The tavern was dead silent. Not only were the Zilan Sect disciples shocked, but others also didn't expect that Wei Fan would kill a Zilan Sect disciple just because of a disagreement.
"Is Wei Fan really that ruthless?"
"What did you think? The guy who roasted the Little Bull King alive on the Linyao City arena—did you really think Wei Fan was soft-hearted?"
"It seems he's truly not afraid of the Zilan Sect. He's clearly aiming to lure out and kill their powerhouses together."
Among the whispers of discussion, only Feng Hua had no surprise in her expression. Only she knew how terrifying Wei Fan was in the Wilderness. The Zilan Sect repeatedly provoked him, practically seeking their own death, trying to drive out the House-Slaying Demon Fiend from the Wilderness.
"Junior Brother..."
Brother Jiang let out a piercing scream, his eyes nearly bursting with rage. He hadn't expected Wei Fan to kill without any warning.
