Seeing the Poet Immortal with her arm around Tang Feng shattered the hearts of the young masters into pieces.
The goddess of their dreams was so easily snatched away by this kid before their eyes—they absolutely couldn't accept this. If they knew the boy's background, it might be different, but what was maddening was that they didn't know where this wild brat came from. They couldn't stand it.
"I can't watch this anymore, kid, you don't deserve her," one of the noble family's sons brandished his sword and slashed at Tang Feng.
So arrogant, killing someone in the street. Only people like them would dare to do this.
Tang Feng hadn't expected the other person to lose their temper so quickly. That's youth for you, doing whatever comes to mind without considering the consequences, often only regretting things once it's too late, but by then, what good would it do?
You only live once, after the impulsiveness, what's left?
Tang Feng told them, since you're an enemy, it's do or die.
