Seeing the Emperor Hong's face darken, Qin Feiyang felt not a shred of remorse, rather he was filled with delight.
He turned his head to look at Lu Xingchen, and asked with a smile: "Did I say anything wrong?"
Lu Xingchen crossed his arms, looking mocking at Emperor Hong, and said: "Of course not."
Emperor Hong stared at them, his face growing even darker.
Qin Feiyang and Lu Xingchen exchanged a glance, then looked at Emperor Hong in unison, their eyes filled with provocation.
The atmosphere here was also gradually growing tense.
"I can't bear it anymore."
"These two are far too arrogant, if we don't kill them, it's intolerable by heaven and earth!"
A middle-aged man suddenly roared with anger from the crowd, carrying overwhelming imperial might, he charged at Qin Feiyang and Lu Xingchen.
This man wore a pair of black shorts, his upper body bare, brimming with a wild aura.
And his cultivation had shockingly reached the Nine-Star War Emperor!
"Yes!"
