"Kid, stop right there!"
Just as Ye Xuan was leaving Treasure Street and was about to turn into an alley, someone blocked his path ahead.
That group of individuals was the same crowd that had followed behind Jian Zihao earlier. They were now looking at Ye Xuan and his companions with cold indifference.
"What do you want?" Zhou Bingyi was startled and blurted out instinctively.
"What do we want? You think you can just walk away after provoking Brother Zihao?" one of the young men sneered.
He Lao, who was walking behind Ye Xuan, couldn't help but shake his head in secret.
These lads were truly brash and foolish, completely unaware of what sort of people they were provoking.
He Lao knew about the Flying Immortal Sacred Land; it was considered a top-tier power in the Southern Domain.
But it was far inferior compared to the Spiritual Boat Association.
How dare such individuals dare to provoke Young Master Ye?
They were simply courting death!
