Ma De, this is too biased.
Pan Wu and Leng Wufeng's anger burned in their hearts, staring daggers at Ye Yun's back; their sharp gaze wished to tear him apart.
Both of them were unaware of the organizational structures outside the world; supposedly, the War God Hall and Wind and Cloud Pavilion were completely foreign to them.
"Too much!"
The two exchanged glances in unison, seemingly in sync with each other. At this moment, the two originally opposing sides formed a unified front independently.
"Does joining the Wind and Cloud Pavilion even count for anything? Haha, surely you must not know, within the outside world, the Wind and Cloud Pavilion is no match for my War God Hall!"
The young man in black stared confidently at Ye Yun, his demeanor arrogant, laughing out loud.
"Weak or not, I don't care…
But this Little Dragon has become my mount; even if Ning Wuque from the War God Hall comes, I won't hand it over!"
Ye Yun spread his hands, sneering coldly.
"Not handing it over?"
