The woman never imagined that Chen Feng would be so decisive even in death.
Chen Feng sheathed the Son of Heaven Sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "A woman at the Spirit Soul Realm, claiming she has nowhere to go, and even calling herself a weak woman, that's fine. But when she looked at me, there was a flash of murderous intent in her eyes, which is unforgivable."
Zhou Qiuyu and the others bowed their heads, not daring to talk too much.
At this moment, Chen Feng's aura was too strong; it was so intimidating that they all feared approaching him, feared saying too much in case they said the wrong thing.
The only one who was a bit braver was probably Ling Zhu.
Ling Zhu stealthily stole glances at Chen Feng's towering figure, her heart blooming with joy.
