"You have a death wish!" The glint in Hong Feiyu's eyes sank as his killing intent was revealed.
"Yi Yun! What did you just call my master? How dare you insult my master!" More people stood up beside Hong Feiyu. They were still wallowing in the tragedy of Primordial Chaos Daolord's demise, for this was terrible news for them. It was equivalent to them losing their greatest backer. They never imagined that a junior like Yi Yun would mock their deceased master.
