"If you don't kill these people, I will kill her immediately." Wu Dao raised his hand, clad in a black glove, and with a slight movement of his fingers, Hong Lian throttled Rong Sheng's neck.
"Ugh…" Rong Sheng's face conveyed a look of agony.
Chu Yifeng's heart felt as if it had split open, and he started to lose his reason, "I'll say it once more, let her go!"
If Wu Dao dared to kill Rong Sheng, he would ensure Wu Dao was ground to dust!
"East Pavilion Master, don't rush. The strength in my grip won't let Princess Rong Sheng die so quickly, but if you don't listen to the Pavilion Master's words…" A cold smile spilled from Hong Lian's lips.
"Do you believe that if you touch her again, whatever happened to me will be returned to you tenfold, a hundredfold?" Chu Yifeng's eyes were bloodshot, cold, and bloodthirsty.
He could be capriciously charming at times, but now he resembled a demon who had crawled out of hell, with a sinister, bloodthirsty light in his eyes.
