But the viciousness in his eyes remained.
His gray eyes were bloodshot, and his face was a swollen, grotesque mix of blue and red.
The carefree, suave demeanor he had at the start was long gone.
Feng Youming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snarled, "Your Song Family is just throwing your weight around! If you have any guts, fight me one-on-one!"
He was out of options. If it weren't for the numerous Magical Treasures he possessed, the others would have already taken him down.
'How hateful!'
'A whole family with no martial ethics, ganging up on me four-to-one!'
Song Wanning answered him with a sneer.
"So what if we're throwing our weight around? What can you do about it?"
"Only an idiot would fight you one-on-one."
With that, she attacked again.
The other three members of the Song Family, united by a common enemy, struck with increasing ruthlessness.
'Throwing our weight around? So what?'
