"Feng Qi, what are you trying to do?"
"Do you want to make enemies of the three sects and five factions?"
"How dare you!"
"Scoundrel!"
…
Gao Yong and the others suddenly stood up and questioned Duge.
Their complexions were not good, as none had expected that Feng Qi would truly be bold enough to go this far.
In the midst of their voices, Wang San's sinister voice rose behind He Yuan'an, "Big brother, I love you, turn around and look at me!"
Fear crept into He Yuan'an's heart as if a nameless monster lurked behind him. Subconsciously, he turned with a defensive posture. But as he turned, a whooshing sound came from behind. The moment he remembered Feng Qi, it was already too late.
A pain pierced his chest, and the gleaming tip of a knife emerged from his front torso. He Yuan'an felt his strength ebbing away like the tide, his clear vision gradually blurring, he struggled to turn back, "Feng Qi, you..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
