After speaking, the middle-aged man turned around and jumped down from the second floor, saying coldly, "Such strength at such a young age, indeed a rare talent. Go kill that young man now, then kowtow to me, and I might spare your life and even let you join our faction and find you a truly powerful master."
The middle-aged man pointed at Ye Qingfeng.
In his heart, there was a hint of cherishing talent. Although this child only had one arm and his combat power would be greatly reduced, his talent indeed shocked the middle-aged man.
Such a young child with such strong ability, from that punch just now, the middle-aged man knew this child had at least the strength of an Intermediate War Master.
In his mind, Ye Qingfeng was already a doomed person. He wanted this child to kill Ye Qingfeng and establish his allegiance.
Ye Bufan didn't say a word at all. Hearing this person telling him to kill his master, his gaze turned icy, and a strong killing intent emanated.
