Whenever Su Qingfeng is mentioned, Jiao Qingyuan's body trembles, his pupils seem to whirl with a vortex of hatred, wishing to tear Su Qingfeng into pieces.
"A Grandmaster like you dreaming of killing all six of us is sheer madness.
"For so many years, I admired you so much, it turns out I'm blind and misjudged you,"
Jia Weisu stepped forward, an overwhelming aura of killing intent.
He felt deceived to a tremendous degree, even now, Jia Weisu couldn't believe that the person before him was Jiao Qingyuan.
"Me against all six of you?
"I admit, I can't kill all six of you in an instant, completely unable to stop you from sending word to Yan Chenyun.
"But you all are so forgetful.
"I am an orphan raised by the Yangxiang Sect, my family is all Yangxiang Sect. How could a dignified Grandmaster like me act alone."
Jiao Qingyuan sighed.
The next moment, people from Cangyuan Sixth Camp stood utterly frozen, their hearts like dead ash.
Damn it, now I've become a martyr.
