Zhao Wan'er faced death calmly and did not retreat at all.
Li Yuan was furious after hearing this. It was as if there were thousands of flames of anger in his chest that erupted uncontrollably.
"What arrogance. I don't care whose disciple you are today. I will kill you to pay for his life. How dare you kill the direct descendant of my White Tiger Clan with a golden bloodline? Even if Ye Qiu came personally today, he has to give me justice." Li Yuan shouted angrily. The pain of losing his son had already made him lose his rationality.
Hearing his murderous words, Lu Feng glanced at Zhao Wan'er, who was standing in the cold wind and looking slightly helpless.
That petite body stood in front of everyone. Lu Feng shook his head and sighed. "Sigh… Have my hundred years of cultivation been wasted? I actually let a junior stand in front of me at a time like this."
