Speaking thus, the young martial artist's words became deeper and more oppressive. He said with a subdued laugh, "Even if there were no Heavenly Demons or calamities, people would still kill each other, and even if the land were fertile and the crops plentiful, there would still be people starving to death in streets and alleys."
"In such times, what difference is there between humans and demons? If I kill a few more horse bandits who dare to rob me, does that somehow inconvenience you, brother?"
"Or maybe..."
Qiao Xuan's words became increasingly aggressive: "Are you one of the horse bandits?"
"Do not talk nonsense!"
The fierce martial artist's face changed, and he nervously looked around at the people present, immediately transitioning to defensive accusations, "We're considered well-off here; it's Da Chen that's really tough. By saying that, are you suggesting you don't care for Dust Li? Are you a scout from Da Chen?"
"Indeed."
