"Get lost!"
Wei Shu's eyes flashed with cold light, not even sparing him a proper glance, as an overwhelming pressure of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator erupted!
What's going on?
Bu Feifan didn't know about the enmity between Chen Ye and Wei Shu, and didn't expect this Guardian to strike so ruthlessly upon meeting.
Caught off guard, as if struck by a heavy hammer, he spat out a mouthful of blood and was flung back, landing heavily on the distant grass, instantly fainting.
Having dealt with this troublesome ant, Wei Shu kicked open the door, holding the Soul Whip, and walked in with a sinister smile.
"Chen Ye, the score between us hasn't been settled yet..."
His words came to an abrupt stop.
Inside the Quiet Chamber, Chen Ye sat cross-legged, looking at him calmly, with not a trace of fear on his face.
Damn it!
He shouldn't be this calm; he should be scared and begging for mercy!
