"Ye Qingchen!"
Not only Zheng Yuanfeng, but also the disciples of the Slaughter Hall present, their faces changed drastically.
They had gone through all sorts of hardships to reach this place.
Only to find that someone had gotten there first.
How could they not be furious?
How could they not be enraged?
"You took our Slaughter Hall's Heavenly and Earthly Treasures?"
"Where is the treasure? Hand it over quickly!"
Suddenly.
A barrage of curses erupted.
As for Zheng Yuanfeng, he was so angry that his eyes turned red, wishing he could skin Ye Qingchen alive to relieve his anger!
"Your Slaughter Hall's treasure?" Ye Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, sneered, and said, "This Fire Spirit Fruit was born of heaven and earth, destined to belong to those with the fate to acquire it. How did it become yours?"
"I've already eaten the Fire Spirit Fruit, so don't even think about it!"
"What?"
The words had barely fallen.
The people of the Slaughter Hall, their face changed.
