"Even Gui Ao Feng wouldn't dare speak to me like that, and you dare to invite him to kill me?"
Feng Wuchen was truly amused.
"Insolent! Ignorant youngster! How dare you disrespect the Heavenly Dao Great Emperor! You deserve to die!" an elder shouted angrily, his old face turning ashen, wishing he could slap Feng Wuchen to death.
"You brat, I, the Pavilion Master, truly admire your courage. Don't think that just because you have a Saint Emperor backing you in secret, you can be arrogant in front of the Heavenly Dao Great Emperor! I hope you can still be so conceited later!" Mo Yu yelled angrily.
Feng Wuchen shrugged, looking indifferent.
"So, your backer is the Heavenly Dao Great Emperor; you're doomed!" The injured Lu Xuanyang smirked with satisfaction, eager to witness the tragic outcome of Qingyun Pavilion.
"That's right, you're doomed." Han Ling laughed gleefully.
