Ye Qingfeng's eyes were utterly cold.
Come on, all of you, come!
Anyway, you're all going to die!
Yiyi, don't worry, they'll all be buried with you!
Ye Qingfeng's plan was to hide his strength, to toy with them like a cat playing with mice and kill them slowly, rather than obliterate them with Thunder.
Ye Qingfeng's gaze was indifferent; seeing Elder Pan angrily chop down with his palm, flames suddenly ignited in his eyes.
Golden flames! "Leaving Fire Golden Eyes!"
Golden light shot out from Ye Qingfeng's eyes, surging forth. The flames didn't look exaggerated, just like two thin threads, yet like lightning they instantly struck Elder Pan's body.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng did not unleash his full strength. He wanted to torture these people to death bit by bit.
"Hmph, just you, and you think you can hurt me!" Elder Pan gathered Spiritual Power, a trace of disdain in his eyes.
He punched out, intending to take Ye Qingfeng's Leaving Fire Golden Eyes head-on.
Whoosh!
