970 Leaders of Yrniel 2

"Oi, shorty, shut the hell up if you don't want me to kick you away like the ball you are."

Arion, of course, didn't care about how good of a blacksmith Durgan was. He just retorted and even used the taboo word.

Durgan glared at Arion.

"What are you looking at huh? Honestly, I kind of feel bad for your neck since it would be strained from looking up all the time. You just rest more, shorty."

"Pfftt!"

One of the Tigerkin standing behind Arion laughed out loud.

"…"

The other people turned silent.

This… this could be bad…

"You are really trying your best to not get any more artifacts for your City, aren't you?" Durgan commented.

"Are you threatening me?" Arion narrowed his eyes.

"So what if I am, shithead?" Durgan wasn't scared.

The two Divine Stage Cultivators glared at each other, and this time, even Alaric and other Divine Stage Cultivators were alarmed.

The last thing they wanted to a fight was to break out.