Who is this person? After he arrived, even the Great Elder, who was incredibly arrogant in front of him, shrank like a quail and didn't dare say a word?
He glanced at the Great Elder, trying to read something from his face.
But the Great Elder didn't give him a chance, didn't even look at him, shifting his gaze elsewhere with obvious guilt.
"What I dislike the most are fruits."
The elder sneered, pressing his foot harder onto Zui Yifeng's chest, causing him to spit out another mouthful of fresh blood, his expression twisted with pain.
"You... you..."
"Is someone like you worthy of continuing to live in this world?" the elder said coldly, looking at him.
Just as he intended to make a move and kill the man directly, a strand of spiritual power was faster, piercing right into Zui Yifeng's chest.
"Ah!"
Zui Yifeng's eyes widened, looking at the flying demon in mid-air, and the silver-clad person standing on it.
"You... you dare..."
