Hearing the many discussions inside the tavern, Luo Ritian felt somewhat annoyed, his eyes coldly gazing at Su Bei who remained indifferent.
What a brazen lad!
All posturing for you, huh?
So now I'm the big villain?
Leaving other things aside, just in terms of posturing, Su Bei is definitely a master of the art in the entire Twenty-One Provinces!
Luo Ritian snorted coldly and abruptly waved his horsetail whisk, his hoarse voice thundering,
"Elder Su?"
"Your Sword Sect disciple claims you can suppress me with a single sword?"
"How dare such an insignificant 985 Second-Rate Sect make such grandiose claims?"
"What on earth is the Sword Sect?"
As soon as Luo Ritian's words fell, diners inside the tavern instinctively formed two rows, moving their stools to sit and clearing the center of the tavern for the two men.
"There's going to be a fight! There's going to be a fight!"
"Won't these immortals smash these stools to pieces when they fight?"
