Chen Feng's words showed no mercy.
But Chen Feng's lack of mercy was due to Qingzhi first showing no verbal virtue.
Yet Qingzhi seemed unconcerned about this, and upon seeing Chen Feng dare to curse her, she punched him furiously in the chest.
Chen Feng's eyes flashed coldly, but he didn't explode, only pretending to stagger back several steps.
"If you have the guts, kill me now. Do you dare?"
Chen Feng scoffed with disdain.
"Don't be too arrogant."
"I am just that arrogant," Chen Feng said. "Remember, you've already been given to me by the Saint Heir. From now on, how I play with you is my business."
While speaking, Chen Feng brazenly reached out and grabbed Qingzhi's chin.
For a moment, Qingzhi was stunned by Chen Feng.
By the time she realized Chen Feng was just a lowly cultivator, Chen Feng had already retreated and leaned on the couch, composed and at ease.
"Remember what you said today. Sooner or later, I will make you regret it."
Qingzhi gritted her teeth.
