Xu Yibing and Yu Jinsong seemed to feel as if they had just punched a fistful of rage into a pile of cotton.
"Dammit..."
"Bastard!"
Xu Yibing was even looking at Ye Fei with a cold face.
"You little beast, you actually dared to force a Mo Cang disciple to kneel, who gave you the guts!"
Yu Jinsong was even more teeth-gritting as he hatefully said, "You little beast, you actually dared to kill a Mo Cang Elder, do you know your crime?"
The Mo Cang disciples on both sides looked at Ye Fei with eyes filled with a sinister and venomous gleam.
It was as if they couldn't wait to flay and debone Ye Fei.
Opposite them, Chen Tianhao, hearing the people's insults and shouts, suddenly stood up with a start.
He slammed the table.
"How outrageous, what is Mo Cang considered to be, even daring to shout and scream in front of Young Master Ye!"
"Who gave you the guts?"
"Anyone who does not want to die, kneel immediately before Young Master Ye, or else face death!"
