So badly, did Mei Xue want to smack this dumb man!
After all, this was no ordinary young man standing before them, but a future powerhouse!
To provoke him now, to push him away, would be nothing short of a catastrophe.
The opportunity to align with someone of this young man's caliber was a rare one, and the thought of losing it over a moment of misplaced pride was a risk…
But it seems Tian Hao didn't care…
As the silence prolonged…
Suddenly…
Without warning…
"I want you to die…" Feng Shen's hand shot forward at lightning speed, having taken out his black fan.
However, in the blink of an eye, his arm was suddenly snapped backward with brutal force, the sound of cracking bones echoing through the air.
A low chuckle escaped Feng Shen's lips as he looked down at his arm, now bent at an unnatural angle.
His black fan had fallen, forgotten for the moment.
