Si Qichang and his fellow sect brother exchanged a glance, a murderous intent rising in their hearts. 'There are two of us and only one of him. Why don't we just take him out?'
That way, the two of them could find other allies to work with, and the Taiyin Seven Evils Banner would be theirs as well.
For Demon Cultivators like them, betrayal and treachery were as simple as eating and drinking.
"Could it be that you two senior brothers have developed some killing intent toward me?"
Ji Feng's face broke into that same smile, the one Si Qichang and his fellow sect brother found so detestable.
"I am proficient in Escape Techniques. Killing me won't be so simple, Senior Brothers."
Before his voice had even faded, his figure flickered, reappearing dozens of feet away in the next instant.
