The young man in the ink-black robe made such a direct and vigorous move, coupled with his succinct and to-the-point words.
There wasn't the slightest hint of conciliation.
Consequently, these White Tigers had no choice but to either fight desperately or not even bother finding an excuse to talk.
Fight or get lost.
In Hongze, such utterly ruthless scenes were rarely seen unless the gap in strength between the parties involved was truly enormous.
The crowd carefully pondered the young man's previous words.
The Glazed Green Phoenix Clan... although also a famously powerful demon force in Western Hong with a status that needed no elaboration, evidently was not yet arrogant to this degree.
However, the respectful demeanor of that beautiful Glazed Green Phoenix woman revealed some issues.
The words of the young man in the ink-black robe seemed not so much to rely on the Glazed Green Phoenix as simply stating a fact; he just happened to be residing there temporarily.
