A ball of fury rose in Ye Feng's heart, burning fiercely. At this moment, Ye Feng reached his limit of tolerance towards the Sword Saint Commander. To Ye Feng's eyes, the Sword Saint Commander was nothing more than a jumping clown.
Yet now, himself, the War God of Dragon Country, was repeatedly being toyed with by such a clown.
How could Ye Feng not be furious? How could Ye Feng not be outraged?
Himself, as the War God of Dragon Country, was not someone to be trifled with by such riffraff. Ye Feng's rage instantly soared to its peak.
Meanwhile, the Storm Envoy was feeling incredibly excited for having pierced through Ye Feng's chest.
The Storm Envoy had not noticed Ye Feng's expression at all.
The Sword Emperor Commander glared at the Sword Saint Commander and bellowed angrily, "Sword Saint, what the hell are you doing?"
