Fang Shuwen never killed without reason, and his bond with Lin Fan wasn't so deep that he could act without explaining himself.
His words were meant to give both sides an out.
Lin Fan had saved Fang Lingxin, so Fang Shuwen protecting him now was a justifiable act.
If they still chose to attack after he had made himself clear... then Fang Shuwen would be well within his rights to kill them.
Besides, this mob's attempt to forcibly seize the Purple Nether Sword was hardly righteous to begin with.
Sure enough, after hearing his words, some people showed hesitation.
Someone else recognized Fang Shuwen.
"He's Fang Shuwen!"
"The Demon Evil God!?"
"I heard that outside Flying Snow City, he single-handedly killed over ten thousand masters from the Dragon Emperor Hall!?"
"You actually believe what storytellers say? Some people claim he's thirty feet tall with hands bigger than millstones. Does he look like it?"
Fang Shuwen's mouth twitched. 'The number went up again.'
