"Not good!"
Qin Feiyang's face changed.
Wang Zicheng was clearly about to use a forbidden technique.
Once the forbidden technique is successfully activated, Wang Youer won't stand a chance.
Swish!
He unfolded the Phantom Step, darting like lightning behind Wang Zicheng, pressing his forefinger against Wang Zicheng's back, Battle Intent surged at his fingertips, and he chuckled lowly, "Brother Wang, why such a big temper?"
The words were not transmitted.
Not only did Young Master Hao and his companion hear it, but Scarface and the others heard it too.
"Exactly!"
"That voice is his!"
"So it was him causing trouble!"
Scarface's eyes instantly flashed with a fierce light.
Sensing the battle energy pulsing at Qin Feiyang's fingertip, Wang Zicheng's gaze slightly darkened, he said, "Brother, what do you intend to do?"
Wang Youer scanned around Wang Zicheng, shouting, "You, Mu, where are you hiding, come out quickly!"
"Can't you be a little more gentle, woman?"
