A group of old men were about to make a move when the Saint Heir suddenly spoke mid-air.
Pointing at Long Fei's group, he snorted coldly, "Kill them too, I find them displeasing."
The way Long Fei and Chu Feng eyed the Saintess earlier had not gone unnoticed by him.
The Saintess, deserving of respect, must not be desecrated.
This was a provocation against him, they must die.
Chu the Second was not pleased to hear this and stepped out, disdainfully saying to the Saint Heir, "You think you're a god in the heavens? Kill whoever you want? Why don't you go become an immortal?"
The Saint Heir curled his lips into a sinister smile, "I've changed my mind, I want to kill this guy myself."
Chu Feng brandished his Overlord Spear, pointing it at him and laughing loudly, "Come on, pretty boy, grandpa's not afraid of you!"
The Saint Heir was furious, unable to control his emotions in the face of Chu Feng's arrogant provocation.
