"You little brat, you have a death wish, and I shall grant it now!" Fei Antong said murderously.
His body flickered, and his copious True Qi burst out instantly, rolling towards Zhang Xiaohao with crushing force.
He was about to unleash a martial technique to blast him.
"Sect Master Fei, wait!" Dragon Soul suddenly interjected.
"Dragon Soul, are you trying to protect him?" Fei Antong asked coldly.
"If I wanted to protect him, would I have waited until now?" Dragon Soul said with a cold face.
"So, what do you mean? Why are you stopping me from killing him?" Fei Antong asked icily.
"Stupid fat pig!" Dragon Soul cursed silently in his heart, but outwardly he said,
"Our nine foreign vampire friends have traveled overseas from afar to talk with Zhang Xiaohao. As hosts, how can we ignore these friends' intentions?"
"Dragon Soul is right! Sect Master Fei, as the local host, we ought to give due regard to our nine foreign friends," Ye Wuming chimed in.
