"Which sect are you from? Don't you know this is Purple Flame Sect territory?"
Ma Liu's expression turned sullen, his face grim as he glared at Yang Xiao.
Especially since, in his eyes, Yang Xiao's aura was merely that of the True Tier Fourth Level—far weaker than his own. Yet, this man actually dared to stand in his way.
The man was simply courting death.
However, seeing Yang Xiao's extraordinary bearing, Ma Liu worried he might be an elite disciple from another powerful faction. After all, plenty of factions had come to besiege the Profound Celestial Sect.
Some of these factions were barely weaker than the Purple Flame Sect, and one of them, Chixue Palace, was even a fair bit stronger.
If he ran into someone he couldn't afford to offend, he'd be in for a world of hurt.
So, Ma Liu immediately invoked the name of the Purple Flame Sect. That way, even if a fight broke out, he would hold the moral high ground, and the Purple Flame Sect would back him up.
