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"Are you a Quasi-Saint of the Dragon Clan?" Ye Feng looked at those indifferent eyes and asked calmly.
"Indeed!"
The presence beyond the fissure said solemnly, "Unfortunately, this saint is currently attacking certain places and cannot spare any forces, otherwise, I would have definitely slain you!"
"I'll be waiting for you to come meet your death," Ye Feng said with a calm smile.
"Hmph! Glib tongue!" The Dragon Clan Quasi-Saint scolded furiously, slamming down a palm that healed the spatial rift, clearly not intending to cross over to kill.
Inside Whitefloat City.
Everyone watching the mending rift sighed with relief.
They were truly afraid of the Dragon Clan Quasi-Saint coming to kill, for could Ye Feng really stop him?
The gap between a top emperor and a Quasi-Saint is indeed vast.
