Seeing Chu Fengmian strike again, Feng Huolie frowned and said,
"Brother, what do you mean? Don't you want to give our Candleflame Sect some respect?"
"Feng Brother, why waste words with this youngster? Let's just take this demon away and see if the kid dares to stop us!"
Disciple Chang snorted coldly, glanced at Chu Fengmian, and walked straight towards Mu Yuanhuo, reaching out to grab him.
Suddenly, a Sword Edge appeared.
"Ah!!"
A scream sounded, and Disciple Chang hastily retreated. The hand he had extended to grab Mu Yuanhuo was now severed by the Sword Edge.
"If you dare move again, you will die."
Chu Fengmian glanced at Disciple Chang and said icily.
He meant what he said—Mu Yuanhuo was his prey. These people dreaming of taking Mu Yuanhuo away was absurd.
"You! Your actions are too harsh. Disciple Chang was just joking, and you severed his hand?"
Feng Brother looked at Chu Fengmian, his expression turning cold.
