Cai Jing's eyes twinkled, an intent to kill that left everyone present slightly frosty.
No one has the right to lay their hands on his own junior regardless of any insults!
Let alone doing so right in front of him!
They're courting death!
Anger emanating from Cai Jing gradually transformed into a faint blood fog swirling around him!
This was the cultivation method their master taught them, the thicker the blood fog, the heavier the killing intent.
The stronger the power.
This was a sense of bloodlust.
Ren Feifan, with his back to Cai Jing, chuckled coldly three times, "Brutal? I don't see how."
Finishing his words, he said to the Old Fei beneath him, "You have 50 seconds left."
Startled, Old Fei quickly shot a pleading gaze at Cai Jing. To him, Cai Jing was the only one who might save him.
"Let me tell you one thing, our master is the Smiling Yama. Are you sure you still want to make a move?"
