"But the one who came here, the strong one, is killing!"
"If it weren't in the bustling market, considering the common folk, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to return."
Yang Hu shuddered, showing a surprised expression, then abruptly bowed down, not daring to speak, let alone look at the middle-aged man's face.
The sentence did not continue, but the meaning was obvious.
If it was a friendly match between the two, the young master would be stronger, but when it comes to fighting, in Chi Pengfei's mind, the one who pushed him to the brink of death outside would be the last one standing.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes, his face not showing any anger. He looked at Xi Ming and suddenly said, "The most outstanding disciple of the Dongfang Clan should have a jade pendant from the Dongfang Clan, but why is it not visible now?"
