"Very well!"
Happy avoided the secret technique the man with the fan launched with his spear, which had charged at him like a hissing black snake. The disappointment in missing his target made the man's heart tumble, and he felt so displeased that he wanted to vomit blood. He had a hard time recovering, and when he did, he saw Happy thirty-two feet away while one of his brothers was dead and another injured. His expression instantly became even paler and more savage.
"I remember your name now, Happy! Just you wait! You provoked Purple Sun Sect without any reason. From now on, Purple Sun Sect will not rest until one of us dies!" he shouted fiercely. He practically hissed the final few words, making it clear just how great his hate for Happy had become.
"Purple Sun Sect."
Happy snorted coldly and flicked his wrist. A lancet knife shot out at the four people in front of him.
Whoosh!