On the bus, nearly twenty Martial Artists were stunned upon hearing Chen Yuan's words.
They all looked at Chen Yuan with eyes full of surprise.
How could a regular youth without any cultivational achievements dare to speak to an Inner Qi Middle Stage powerhouse in such a manner?
Could this be a death wish?
Pan Yang was even more anxious, his face etched with worry. He knew Chen Yuan had a temper, but what they faced now was not the ordinary folks of everyday life—this was someone in the Inner Qi Middle Stage.
"Young man, are you speaking to me?" Zuo Feng was first taken aback, completely unprepared for the youth to dare address him in such a way. But he quickly regained his composure and said with a grim face.
"What? Could it be there are others seeking death?" Chen Yuan slightly furrowed his brow.
The others around them remained silent at this time, but inside, they were thinking that this youth was probably in trouble now. Some knew Zuo Feng and some did not.
