Facing the disciples of the Ancient Nobilities, Ye Fan showed no awe, standing with his hands behind his back, openly shaming his opponent.
"You... have guts!" The Ji Family disciple's face immediately darkened. "This is the grand assembly of young cultivators from Quzhou. Why are you causing trouble and killing people here without reason?"
"Why would it be without reason? Didn't you see him trying to kill me? Unfortunately for him, the outcome was not as he expected."
The Ji Family disciple adopted a stern expression, positioning himself on the moral high ground to avoid criticism, and questioned, "I saw everything that just happened. Although he said he would kill you, he hadn't actually harmed you. Why did you take his life?"
"According to your logic, as long as he hasn't harmed me, even if he attacked with the intent to kill, it's not his fault?" Ye Fan replied indifferently.
