Wei Fan had made a name for himself after just one battle—at least here in Linyao City, there was hardly anyone who didn't know him.
As he walked down the street, people—whether they knew him or not—greeted him, nodding from a distance.
Of course, there were also hateful stares directed at him.
The streets of Linyao City weren't just filled with humans; there were also demon fiends who'd come to trade. Compared with the friendly human martial artists, many demon fiends looked at him with open hatred.
But no demon fiend dared to make a move here. The Holy Sect governing Linyao City was extremely powerful; for countless years, almost no one had dared to start a fight here.
"If you're not satisfied, come up on the stage and challenge me!"
Wei Fan had no intention of indulging these demon fiends. He immediately issued a provocation, but none of them dared to respond.
