"What's wrong with Brother Ye Feng?" Mo Tian widened his eyes, then looked at Dao Ran and asked.
Cold sweat was constantly streaming down Dao Ran's forehead. The situation was so dire at the moment, yet Ye Feng dared to say such arrogant words, as if he was oblivious to danger. Dao Ran's eyes showed a hint of resignation, guessing: "
Could it be that after all this fleeing while leading us, the pressure on Ye Feng was too great, and now he's a bit unstable mentally?"
At this moment, Xing Yun shouted angrily: "You mutt, release me immediately, or else my Xing Clan will not spare you!"
Xing Gu also tried to persuade him: "Ye Feng, if you release Xing Yun now and help us break the Xingtian Sword Qi, I will spare your life!"
The silver-haired old man glared at Ye Feng, threatening loudly: "You little brat, I'll count to three, if you don't let him go..."
