With a bang, Zi Feng's body violently flew out, her face pale and terrifying, the whole person like a kite with its string cut.
"Feng'er!"
Yanyun's voice tore through the air, his body couldn't stop trembling.
"If you dare to hurt Feng'er, I, Yanyun, hereby swear that I will never let you go!" Yanyun's eyes were split with rage as he roared, "Even though your strength is great, you are still no match for my master. When the time comes, he will definitely kill you!"
Ye Wuchen merely glanced at him lightly, and instantly, all of Yanyun's words were choked back, the blood-red in his eyes shining with terror...
This man was like Shura, his strength inspiring fear in the hearts.
"Oh? I wonder who I will kill?"
Just then, a faint voice suddenly came through.
Yanyun's body stiffened suddenly, he lifted his head joyfully toward the sky, quickly spotting two figures emerging among the clouds...
Silver hair gently fluttering, making the silver robe appear even more noble.
