"He's mine. Leave him to me!" Ye Feng's domineering voice swept across the entire Martial Arts Stage.
The crowd froze, all eyes turning to the high platform. Was Ye Feng actually telling Ye Ba to leave Ye Wushuang for him, just as Ye Ba was about to teach him a lesson?
'Could it be that Ye Feng wants to personally thrash Ye Wushuang?'
'When did Ye Wushuang ever get on Ye Feng's bad side?'
The crowd wondered. They didn't believe Ye Feng would demand Ye Ba leave Ye Wushuang to him for no reason at all.
Hearing this, Ye Xuan's expression, seated in the center of the high platform, turned frigid, his eyes filled with indifference.
"Father, don't worry. Xiaoshuang isn't the man he used to be," Ye Rou said from the side. She knew exactly what Ye Feng was up to—he just wanted revenge for his severed arm.
But Ye Rou wasn't worried. Ye Feng and his cronies had already returned to the clan by then, so they knew nothing of Ye Wushuang's exploits in the Endless Wilderness.
