Zhao Feng suddenly closing in made Mo Tianyi feel a great pressure. His face was wary and didn’t dare easily make a move.
In terms of attack speed Zhao Feng’s eye bloodline easily surpassed his.
Facing this kind of opponent both Mo Tianyi and the yellow faced man tightened their hearts, not daring to relax.
“Zhao Feng, all of us comes from the Northern continent. Do you really want to be the Heavenly Yuan Clan’s enemy?”
The yellow faced man threatened but his wary and uneasy expression made his words unconfident.
The Heavenly Yuan Clan was one of the Ten Great Clans and putting aside the Mystic Ice Palace, they were the strongest force that surpassed even the Three Great Countries.
However Zhao Feng didn’t seem to hear what he said and closed in. He didn’t even look at them.
“Zhao Feng, you’re still not a true overwhelming prodigy so don’t think I can be bullied easily.”
