"Subdue?" An eerie voice echoed as Situ Yufeng emerged, his scarred face contorted with rage: "Since it has been subdued, let me slaughter this beast and avenge my disfigurement!"
He finished speaking, and the Qixue Sword was already unsheathed, exuding a murderous aura. Although Snow Eagle couldn't understand, it could sense the killing intent and spread its wings, ready to strike at any moment.
Lin Tian instructed it not to harm those around them, but didn't include this one in front of him.
"Kill Little Snow? I think you've gone insane." Lin Tian seemed to hear an immense provocation and his expression turned cold.
Situ Yufeng's brows furrowed, a flame of anger burning in his eyes: "You're actually defending a beast? It disfigured me like this, shouldn't I seek revenge?"
"Really? Then come and get it, Snow Eagle is right here." Lin Tian said indifferently.
