Feng Ruqing was expressionless, condescendingly looking down at Ye Yi, who was being stepped on by her.
"Feng..."
Before he could utter another word, the foot on his face slammed into his face again, hard enough to make him spit out a mouthful of blood.
"What did you just say?" Feng Ruqing's gaze was cold as if she was looking at a dead man.
"I...."
Ye Yi was just about to speak when Feng Ruqing lifted her leg and stomped on him again.
Ye Yi's chest hurt, and blood continued to flow as he stared at the wound, filled with panic.
Both of them were Holy Warriors, but why did he have no room to fight back in Feng Ruqing's hands...
The people he had brought with him were all stopped by Feng Ruqing's men, so much so that he could not even find anyone to call for help.
"What did you want to say just now? Say it now. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't let people talk."
