At that moment, Fane merely had a simple thought: he just wanted these two arrogant warriors to die. He was used to offending people anyway, and there was no harm in offending a few more.
Wilde, seated cross-legged with his hands on his knees in a casual manner, could make out the sound of steady footsteps. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fane's calm face.
Wilde raised an eyebrow as a sneer appeared on his face.
What was this guy doing? Did he not see that everyone avoided him and Lester out of fear? Lester opened his eyes as well, looking Fane over with disdain as though Fane was insubstantial.
Fane was amused by their expressions, and he stopped when he was 90 meters away from them. He coldly looked at the two of them, and the two of them looked at Fane as well. Their gazes met, and it looked like they would start fighting at any moment.
Wilde raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you here to fight, brat? Where are you from?"
Fane's lips curled up into a small yet calm smile. "My name is Fane," he answered truthfully, "and I come from Hestia."Content is property of .
The moment they heard that Fane was from Hestia, their smile widened.
Wilde chuckled. "I thought that the warriors from Hestia won't dare step close to me. What are you here for? Don't tell me you're here to challenge us."
Fane snorted as he looked at them in complete disdain. "You're not worthy of challenging me. I'm here to kill you."
Everyone was flabbergasted upon hearing Fane's reply. Did Fane know what he was saying? He dared to say something so brazen to the warriors from the Golden Continent? Did he not know how those guys acted?!
Those from the Golden Continent would always torture their offenders to the point of insanity of even death!
Was there something wrong with Fane? Did he not know fear? He had the gall to be so bold!
Wilde was taken aback. He rubbed his ears, not believing what he heard. Was this guy crazy? He dared to act so arrogantly toward them! He did not know his place and seemed to be unaware of the concept of
QUAS
death!
Lester laughed. "Do you know what you're saying right now? You said that you're here to kill us? You? Do you know who we are? Do you know what a holy-grade clan is, and what a chosen disciple is?"
Fane looked at Lester as though he had a second head growing out of him. "Do you think we're all as ignorant as you are? How could I not know that? Are you trying to say that you're a chosen disciple from the White Phoenix Clan, a holy-grade clan from the second-grade world, the Golden Continent? What of it, then?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard that. A few of them stared at Fane wide-eyed in shock.
Fane was way too daring to have said that. He did not even spare the Golden Continent any form of respect!
The warriors from Hestia looked
visibly conflicted. They were happy that the warriors from the Golden Continent were being insulted, yes, but they worried that challenging them too much would cause even more trouble.