"Leeching off others? Becoming a subordinate force of the Divine Spirit Clan is an honor for your Sun and Moon Temple."
Su Qishan, who had remained silent, said coldly.
"Did you forget what I just said?" Feng Wuchen scanned Su Qishan with a chilling gaze, the look of someone staring at a dead man.
Just a single glance made Su Qishan's heart tremble.
What kind of terrifying gaze is this?
Su Qishan read a genuine killing intent from Feng Wuchen's eyes, and he was absolutely convinced that Feng Wuchen truly wanted him dead!
"Feng Wuchen! Do you truly want to oppose my Divine Spirit Clan now?" Su Qishan said fiercely, struggling to suppress the anger in his heart.
Su Qishan wasn't afraid of Feng Wuchen, but he feared Dantong and the Blood War God!
"Is the Divine Spirit Clan very strong?" Feng Wuchen said disdainfully, slightly urging the Pure World Strange Soul Fire, secretly issuing orders to the Nether Ghost.
"You!" Su Qishan's face twisted, almost bursting with rage.
