"Hey, brat! Who gave you the right to embrace Fairy June? Are you courting death?" a young man, emitting the aura of a Peak Saint, shouted, his voice filling the area.
Hearing his voice, everyone snapped out of their reverie. They were all taken aback by the sight of Fairy June ignoring their gazes and intimately hugging a stranger. They looked at the young man, then redirected their gazes to Karsha, who was still embracing Fairy June.
"I'm talking to you, brat! Who do you think you are, touching what doesn't belong to you?" the young man roared again, his tone now laced with killing intent. Those below the Saint stage felt their bones freeze from the chilling aura, and even some Saints subconsciously broke into a cold sweat.
