"Who would have thought that this young man would be so dismissive," he smirked. "Clinging to your master's coattails, you really think you're strong, spouting nonsense without fearing your tongue might snap off."
The disdain and scorn were palpable in his words.
"Kill him!" The young master laughed angrily, no longer wanting to exchange more words with the opposing youth. He gestured lightly to the Iron-blooded Thirteen Eagles guarding him.
The lead guard's eyes immediately shone with a bloodthirsty gleam. He looked at the youth not far in front of him, whose face still bore traces of youthful innocence, displaying not a trace of fear, only excitement.
"Kid, remember to be more discerning in your next life. Don't offend those you shouldn't," he said, his mouth curling into a cruel smile.
He always delighted in torturing such youngsters. To him, witnessing a young life struggling before fading out was one of the most beautiful scenes in the world.
"Come at me if you dare!"
