"Together, come at me?!" Chen Fei's arrogant words immediately froze the expressions of Dugu Jingyun, Jun Haoran, and the others, turning their faces ashen with embarrassment. For him to suggest all of them come at him at once was simply disgraceful.
"As you wish!" Dugu Jingyun then sneered coldly, his face dark, "Do you think provocation works on us? Let me tell you, today will be your grave; you won't escape even if you grow wings!"
"Do it, kill him!"
Even Jun Haoran discarded his inner frustration; with the King of Desolate Beasts ahead, he could not afford to worry about embarrassment.
Kill Chen Fei, and the King of Desolate Beasts will be theirs!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
"Die!" Instantly, seven or eight figures filled with cold killing intent rushed at Chen Fei. Various formidable techniques, whether Minor Divine Techniques or powerful Spiritual Artifacts or uncanny Spells, all fell upon Chen Fei.
Bang!
