An Evening Feast

"Such speed! Did you see how he managed to move?"

"Such viciousness! He didn't even use any weapon to break his bones!"

Chattering broke out in the royal palace. A man with a green tattoo on his face furiously stood up, wanting to have a match with Xia Fei, but the old man next to him hurriedly pulled him back. "He's a high-rank speed ability user! You're no match to him!"

The tattooed man gnashed his teeth and sat back down, draining his cup of wine dry.

Though they were all angry, no one dared to attack Xia Fei. That unfathomable movement speed had successfully cowed everyone. Anyone who wanted to fight Xia Fei had better be sure that they could break his speed.

Throwing aside the corpse, Xia Fei looked around. "There's nothing wrong with him offending me, but crucially, he lacked the strength, so he died by my hands."