Luo Feng's piercing gaze made the short teenage boy shudder internally. A suffocating pressure caused him to involuntarily take a half-step back.
"Junior Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"
Someone, noticing the tense atmosphere, spoke out.
"Nothing."
The short teenager, trying to maintain his composure, shook his head. In front of his peers, such a loss of face angered and embarrassed him. Staring intently at Luo Feng, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kid, do you have the Mu Yuan Spirit Fruit with you?"
"So what if I do?" Luo Feng replied indifferently, his gaze calm.
"Such a spiritual treasure is not meant for someone like you. Hand it over!" The short boy stretched out his hand, looking down at Luo Feng disdainfully, his eyes predatory.
Luo Feng sneered, "Hand it over? On what grounds? Just because you are disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion?"
