Li Feng glanced at Chen Xiaoyue, then turned to look at the Great Elder of Mo Yin Sect.
"I've said everything that needs to be said. Whether you believe it or not is your business."
Chen Xiaoyue heard Li Feng's domineering tone and matched his intensity: "Great Elder, I suggest we detain him until the truth is clear."
"Oh, what arrogance you have."
Li Feng sneered.
"I wonder if your Mo Yin Sect can really hold me!"
Chen Xiaoyue coldly locked eyes with Li Feng: "I'd like to see how strong you really are."
With that, Chen Xiaoyue's dress and long hair were stirred by the wind as she gracefully and swiftly approached.
With a clang.
The sword in Chen Xiaoyue's hand emerged from its sheath, a streak of green light directly aimed at Li Feng.
Li Feng sneered inwardly; this woman might be beautiful, but she's certainly annoying, with a hint of paranoia.
Seeing the green light slashing towards him, Li Feng raised his hand and caught the naked blade with his bare fingers.
