Mu Fan's right foot lifted, then he stepped across the crack carved out by the Heavy Sword under all the hostile gazes.
Anger flashed in Leff's eyes.
"You've lost the friendship of the Iron Clan!"
The Heavy Sword in his hand instantly raised, accompanied by the bulging of strong muscles, Leff, still not tall but more robust than Saran, stepped heavily on the ground with one foot.
Behind him, the sound of steps was like thunder.
All Iron Clan members aimed their weapons at Mu Fan.
None of them were killers, but those who offended the Divine Envoy accepted punishment, which had been a fixed rule since their arrival.
Saran was very unfortunate, but an outsider didn't need to judge their clan members.
"Only need the friendship of Saran."
Mu Fan calmly looked at the group of Iron Clan members ready to pounce.
"Saying this for the last time... Move aside."
The chilling tone carried a trace of impatience.
