"Seeking death! Do you know who you're talking to?"
As Shi Feng and his two comrades grasped the situation, their expressions turned incredibly grim.
Jiang Huan, with his narrow eyes, took a step forward, his gaze ice-cold as he looked towards Zhu Fei, Lin Hao, and Zhou Yun.
Eventually, his eyes settled on Zhu Fei, who had just spoken.
"Boy, I'll give you a chance to live. Leave behind everything you've found here, then disable your own cultivation, or else I, Jiang Huan, will make sure your blood is spilled within five paces!"
While he spoke, Jiang Huan had already drawn a Soft Sword from his person, pointing it straight at Zhu Fei's chest!
The Soft Sword was dangerously sharp, exuding a suffocating chill, and its invisible aura made both Lin Hao and Zhou Yun sense an inexplicable intent to kill.
Seeing this, Zhu Fei's eyes suddenly narrowed, dangerous lights flickering within.
