Let Me Start The Feast Then!

The haughty and arrogant tone of Xiao Ming's voice was an evident attribute of the fearless heart that he possessed within him.

It was a boldness that defied reason, a confidence that seemed almost reckless in the face of overwhelming odds.

Shi Fang, the half-step Yin Lord, momentarily paused his actions, his sharp eyes narrowing as he sized up the young man who dared to address him with such brazen disrespect.

He scrutinized Xiao Ming carefully, searching for any hint of familiarity, any sign that this brat might be someone of importance.

But after a few moments of intense observation, Shi Fang was left furiously disappointed.

Xiao Ming was no one he recognized—no distant acquaintance, no hidden powerhouse. He was just a half-baked Xiantian realm cultivator, a lamb among wolves.

The question burned in Shi Fang's mind: where did this insignificant whelp get the audacity to speak to him so rudely?