Chen Yang could see with a single glance that Chen Feifan was merely a twelfth-rank cultivator.
Just a twelfth-rank, and yet he wants to lord over my head, pointing his fingers and giving orders? And he has the gall to repeatedly state his desire to take me as a servant? Has he no shame? Or is he so arrogant and conceited that he's deliberately playing the role of a buffoon?
Chen Yang didn't say a word, simply staring at him.
Chen Feifan could no longer maintain his composure. He could clearly feel the other party's unrestrained mockery. A fox borrowing the tiger's might? Is he nothing without relying on others?
"It seems he must be killed," Du Fei, who was holding the Sky Halberd, muttered. His entire demeanor turned ice-cold.
"Kill!"
With that single word, the Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry moved as one. The Sky Halberds in their hands slashed down toward Chen Yang in a perfectly unified strike.
SWISH!
