CRACK.
Yang Hu rotated his neck, producing a series of crackling sounds like popping beans.
The greasy middle-aged man who had spoken most harshly turned pale. He shrank back, but his words remained sharp. "Since you're here to apologize, you should adopt the proper attitude."
His arrogance stemmed entirely from the Xiao Family and the as-yet-unseen Steward from the Biluo Sword Valley. Being singled out at this moment, he was more than a little intimidated.
"Kid, you'd better realize where you are!" Xiao Ziquan shifted his posture slightly, his razor-sharp gaze locked onto Chen Yang. "You probably have no idea how formidable the Biluo Sword Valley is!"
"Instead of kneeling obediently, you dare to run your mouth. I think you're tired of living."
Yang Hu gave him a sidelong glance, a wicked smile touching his lips.
Chen Yang exhaled a puff of smoke and asked Yang Hu casually, "Counting the days, hasn't it been a while since you've had a fight?"
