He Xiaohao immediately burst into laughter, "Haha! You little punk, you’re so damn funny, thinking I’d have bloodshed? You’re no fortune teller, just a small staff here, saying I’d have bloodshed. Should I tell you that you’d have bloodshed too?"
As soon as He Xiaohao spat out the words "bloodshed warning," the smile in his eyes vanished, replaced by a fierce and cold glow, enough to scare an average person.
But to Fang Yi, it was as if he hadn’t seen it, and he didn’t care.
Fang Yi said earnestly, "I’m not lying to you; you really have bloodshed in your fate. Look at your flat forehead and high nose bridge, you’re naturally doomed for a short life, and this type of face brings misfortune to family members. Your parents will be doomed by you sooner or later."
Fang Yi spoke with utmost seriousness and conviction.
Instantly, He Xiaohao’s face turned grim.
Before He Xiaohao could speak, the two followers who came with him both glared at Fang Yi, their expressions cold and harsh.
"If you can’t speak properly, shut up! Are you looking to die?" one follower said coldly.
"What I said are facts," Fang Yi replied.
"Looks like you really want to die! We’ll grant your wish!" The follower’s eyes were full of viciousness.
Then the follower bypassed He Xiaohao, who was sitting on a chair, and strode toward Fang Yi, reaching out to grab Fang Yi’s collar.
Fang Yi took a step back, easily dodging the follower’s hand, and smiled, "Wise men use words, not fists."
"Fist your brains out!"
The follower couldn’t catch Fang Yi, which frustrated him, and he suddenly became furious, directly storming towards Fang Yi.
However, just as the follower got close to Fang Yi, suddenly, his back bent backwards like a shrimp.
A scream burst from the follower’s mouth.
Following that, the follower’s body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, rolling two or three meters before landing heavily on the ground.
He Xiaohao, sitting on the chair, and the other follower were both shocked, in disbelief.
Who could be so powerful, kicking someone two or three meters away with just one strike!
Fang Yi slowly put down his foot, smiled at He Xiaohao opposite him, and said, "I said you’d have bloodshed, and you will have bloodshed. Do you believe it now?"
But He Xiaohao just coldly smiled and said, "It’s just a practitioner, what’s the big deal? Frankly, I know practitioners too. If you’ve got guts, wait here, and I’ll call them over!"
Fang Yi said nothing more, took a step forward, and slapped He Xiaohao across the face.
This slap left He Xiaohao dumbfounded, and the follower behind him didn’t dare move, because he saw what happened to his comrade and knew he’d meet a similar fate if he tried anything. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
He Xiaohao was utterly bewildered, never expecting Fang Yi to slap him without a word.
"You... you dare hit me!" He Xiaohao shouted in anger, "If you’ve got the guts, let me call someone!"
"You think I’m stupid, letting you call for backup." Fang Yi thought this guy had a screw loose.
Fang Yi couldn’t stand trouble. Even though whoever He Xiaohao called wouldn’t matter, Fang Yi just didn’t want the trouble.
He Xiaohao glared with eyes full of anger.
Fang Yi slapped him again.
"Still daring to glare at me?" Fang Yi wouldn’t be polite.
If he said you’d have bloodshed, then you’d definitely have bloodshed. Fang Yi always meant what he said.