"It's over. Huang Shaojian is here. It's too late to escape now." Seeing Huang Shaojian arrive, Wang Shaozhen turned ashen, despair etched on his face.
"Don't worry. Just them? They can't pose any threat to me."
Ye Feng smiled calmly, utterly composed.
To outsiders, Huang Shaojian was indeed a prodigy, a super formidable figure.
But in Ye Feng's eyes, what was Huang Shaojian really?
"Let's go. Since the guest has arrived, how can we not go out to meet him?"
At Ye Feng's invitation, the brother and sister followed him out of the house and stepped outside.
Outside, a large number of Nangong Hall disciples had already gathered.
They hurried over, clearly wanting to witness the spectacle and see just who dared provoke Huang Shaojian.
"Heh! High Level Quasi-god, decent cultivation. But among quasi-gods, I've even killed demigods. Can you do the same?" Huang Shaojian said with a cold sneer as he saw Ye Feng step out.
