Yang Fei curled his lips and let out a cold laugh.
"If you dare to advance your Martial Arts Realm again, Divine Punishment will surely claim your life. Come on, if you dare."
He simply stood still, lazily remaining in place, with a stance of 'let things take their course regardless of life and death'.
Zhong Xiang felt a chill in his heart.
He also sensed that there seemed to be unusual fluctuations in the air, causing him to deflate instantly.
Zhong Xiang resentfully withdrew his hand, only to see the Sword Emperor had already gotten up not far away, switched to a short sword, blocking his path.
And Xue Mingtai and An Zichen, the two great masters, were watching like tigers, forming a horn formation, also blocking his way.
Yang Fei looked at him coldly.
"Put down Xu Zhiqing and behave yourself in the future, I can spare your life."
"Otherwise, even if I have to risk my life today, I must kill you."
As he spoke, there was a crunching sound as he set his broken arm straight.
