"God of Slaughter, if you don't want to die, you'd best stay put!"
Feng Hao saw Bai Xiaofan approaching, and a trace of venom flashed in his eyes.
For this person he had intended to exploit but instead became a pawn to, there was not a shred of goodwill in his heart.
After all, from childhood till now, he had only ever toyed with others—never had he been toyed with!
"Isn't that obvious? Of course I don't want to die. But standing here nice and proper, who's going to bother killing me? I believe this Divinity Transformation stage big shot here wouldn't waste his time on a measly half-step Nascent Soul cultivator!"
Bai Xiaofan laughed mockingly, fully grasping Feng Hao's intentions.
Though he didn't know how this punk managed to latch onto the likes of Yichenzi, one thing was clear: the guy was scheming to use him to eliminate a rival!
"Hehe, not bad. To act so composed in such dangerous circumstances—that's rare. Kid, what's your name?"
