Liang Hao anxiously looked at Ye Feng: "Brother Ye Feng, are you mad? Do you know what you're saying? Quickly apologize to the Green-faced Scholar, joining the Qingyun Association is something many people dream of, you shouldn't reject his goodwill!"
However, Ye Feng remained calm: "What rubbish Qingyun Association, I don't care for it..."
"You little bastard, you have a death wish!" In an instant, the Green-faced Scholar erupted with rage, veins protruding on his forehead, his eyes filled with bloodshot anger. The terrifying murderous intent locked onto Ye Feng as if forming an endless swarm of steel knives, crashing in all directions. The surrounding martial artists felt their skin faintly ache from the impact.
However, Ye Feng still appeared calm, seemingly unaffected by the terrifying murderous intent.
