"Martial Artist from Y country..." Ye Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a grin that was ice-cold and cruel.
"Are you sure?" Ye Feng asked.
"I'm sure. They did not mention the prophecy of our Dragon Country, but Y country's words, so it must be of Y country," Liu Mu said with near certainty.
Ye Feng was furious, yet his tone was extraordinarily calm, "They dare to rob the treasures of my Dragon Country while I, Ye Feng, am still alive…"
Within the cabin, it instantly felt as if the world had transformed into one of icy blood. Liu Mu's complexion paled, feeling as if countless ice spikes were continuously piercing his body, inflicting excruciating pain and turning his face deathly white.
