Dragon was astounded — Ye Feng appeared to him as an ordinary person without any power. But Dragon couldn't fathom why someone as unremarkable as Ye Feng could possess such an intense killing intent.
Ye Feng walked step by step towards Dragon, gazing at him coldly, his tone utterly calm, "Pull out your own tongue, and I'll spare your life..."
Those eerily tranquil words, devoid of the slightest ripple, only managed to wrap Dragon in the feeling of being enveloped by death, the sensation of being utterly helpless against it.
Dragon bellowed in fury, "What a joke! Who do you think you are to spare me? What right do you have to spare my life!"
"You have three breaths," Ye Feng replied indifferently.
"Damn you! Kneel and apologize to me now or else, you're the one who will die!" Dragon raged.
"One..." But Ye Feng did not respond to Dragon, merely continuing in his indifferent tone.
"Stop posturing! Who do you think you are?" Dragon turned red in the face, yelling furiously.
