"What?"
Deng Tianfang's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at Xu Yang, as if to say: I don't even know you.
"Wait, that voice, you, you are..."
His whole body trembled, his pupils instantly flushed red with blood, and he glared at Xu Yang: "You're Xu Yang?"
Xu Yang suddenly removed his disguise, and with a faint smile said, "Deng Tianfang, what a coincidence."
"What are you doing in the Land of the Fallen?"
Deng Tianfang was both resentful and afraid, forcing himself to appear calm, but his ferocity was only on the surface as he threatened: "Xu Yang, you'd better let me go. Otherwise, even the Martial King's clan won't be able to protect you!"
"Still refuse to shed tears until you see the coffin!"
"Do you really think I don't dare kill you?"
Xu Yang's eyes turned cold as ice. "It is true that killing you might be discovered, but..."
The sound stopped abruptly, but it was enough to make Deng Tianfang's heart leap into his throat, trembling uncontrollably from fear.
