After experiencing countless battles, stained with blood, before Luo Jiuya and that brawny man, he seemed utterly powerless.
Ye Qingfeng remained silent, his face cold, as if contemplating and pondering.
At this moment, everyone was taken aback. They had been too happy too soon, for the one truly in charge here wasn't Luo Jiuya, but this young man.
If he wanted to kill, no one could stop him!
Like many Hall Masters of the Hong Clan, Mangshan faced the young man with a grave expression, fear subtly flickering in their hearts. Their lives teetered on the brink by this young man's whim.
Ye Qingfeng's indifferent gaze swept over the crowd, inducing them to tense, their bodies inadvertently shivering.
They couldn't understand why this delicate young man could instill such overwhelming pressure with just a glance.
