Dead Fire, especially for those cultivating Ancient Martial arts, is deadly.
The Dead Fire hadn't even fully manifested, yet it was already so powerful. Lin Fei was even more eager for the perfection of the fourth level.
The man definitely wouldn't let Lin Fei off easily, and he had accomplices. He shouted into the carriage, "Brothers, get ready for me. Let's break this kid's arms and legs! Damn it, daring to cross me!"
The man glanced at his now-missing fingers. Although puzzled, he soon forgot his doubts, overwhelmed by anger, with only the desire to finish off Lin Fei!
With the man's shout, five or six men around thirty years old stood up from the passengers. Their movements made the nearby travelers feel the danger, causing them to quickly check their pockets. Finding nothing missing, they relaxed.
Lin Fei looked at the seven men before him, unexpectedly encountering such an event on a train, which truly broadened his horizons.
He stood up and brushed off his clothes.
