Hearing the intense murderous intent in Chu Fengmian's words,
Han Ning Saint angrily yelled,
"How dare you!?"
"What wouldn't Chu dare to do? I don't even care about the prestigious Martial Victory Academy, do you think I would care about your puny Cold Snow Pavilion?"
Chu Fengmian sneered repeatedly, his words filled with undiminished murderous intent.
"Do you think I'm negotiating with you because I'm afraid? Old man, do you really think I, Chu, am afraid of anyone? If it weren't for Han Yueli, I would have taken action and kidnapped her already."
"Right now, between the two of us, with your strength, you can only block one of us, while the other can easily slaughter all disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion."
"A Cold Snow Pavilion without any disciples, isn't that just destruction?"
"I didn't want to resort to this, you forced my hand!"
Every word from Chu Fengmian stabbed deep into Han Ning Saint's heart.
