In Ye Feng's mind, he began to ponder one strategy after another, contemplating various possible scenarios.
Although he hadn't fought yet, Ye Feng was very clear in his heart that facing an old hand Intermediate Martial Saint, he was quite uncertain.
Moreover, there were two other Intermediate Martial Saints and two Junior Martial Saints eyeing him covetously nearby.
Ye Feng felt that others' determination to kill him was not as strong, but the one called Ghost Cultivator was utterly determined.
In fact, as long as there was an opportunity, this guy would pounce to kill him.
"Are you going to surrender obediently, or should I make you kneel and beg for mercy?" Black Eagle asked with a smile, looking at the extremely flustered Ye Feng in front of him.
Obviously, the more panicked Ye Feng was, the more confident Black Eagle felt inside.
Initially, he was somewhat apprehensive of Ye Feng, but seeing Ye Feng so panicked, his apprehension instantly disappeared.
