Ren Qianfan roared.
"Master! Mistress has said! We represent the face of the Cangming Sect at this meeting, and should advance hand in hand with Youluo Palace! Internal conflict is not advisable!"
Nie Zheng pleaded bitterly.
"Hmph! Get lost! Don't use your mistress to pressure me!"
With a wave of his arm, he sent his eldest disciple flying, and then Ren Qianfan, filled with killing intent, walked towards the imposing demonic shadow half a head taller than himself, "Bail Qingling! This is the final ultimatum! Quickly tell me my lady's whereabouts! Or else—"
"Or else what? Hmm?"
Bai Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.
In the next instant, his expression suddenly turned icy, his handsome eyes emitted a thunderous momentum, his overall aura resembling that of a grim reaper:
"Ren Qianfan! Take another step, and in the blood kitchen, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, there will be a place for you!"
Upon hearing this outburst.
