At the mention of Chu Feng, the hatred in Beiting Huang's heart surged like a tide. The aura around her immediately changed. Sharpness surged, and her pressure pressed down on the people of the Silver Moon Liberia Empire like waves on the surface of a lake.
The guardian warriors and alchemy sages stood upright like a small boat sailing on a stormy sea. They swayed unsteadily as if they were drunk. The weakest one knelt down in Beiting Huang's direction with a plop.
Xia Jian couldn't stay calm anymore. He suddenly stood up and looked at Beiting Huang in disbelief. He was indeed using Chu Feng to provoke Beiting Huang, but it wasn't to anger her. Instead, he wanted to make her angry, but feel helpless against them.
