At this time, Duanmufeng was panting like an ox, staring at the leaf dust with resentment. If the eyes could kill, the leaf dust is now a cold corpse.

He wanted to argue out loud, but he got to his throat, but he didn't speak out.

Ye Dun's voice is so sharp, just like his strength. It's shocking. Duanmu Feng is afraid of what he says and will eventually become the handle of Ye Dun's counterattack. By then, he really has no face to stay any longer.

Murong Bingxin stood not far away, his eyes trembling, and he fell into silence.

At first, she tried her best to finalize the...