The black flames surging around him suddenly became more vigorous, directly reaching the rooftop.
Terrified, Zhu Yan wailed sorrowfully.
Feng Fuce coldly pressed: "Who made you break the rules, who gave you the courage!"
With a slight force from his boot, Zhu Yan's side face skin was split open.
Blood flowed out.
Bai Zhi'er was somewhat surprised.
She had never seen this side of Feng Fuce before.
An absolutely ruthless Demon Lord.
Zhu Yan cried sadly: "Lord! Spare my life, Lord! I didn't intentionally break the rules, but there was an immortal, he made a deal with me..."
This answer was within Feng Fuce's expectations.
He sneered: "What kind of immortal?"
"I didn't see his face, he used a puppet to deal with me, he told me that if someone came to exchange for Wang You shui, give this thing to him."
"As a reward, he would give me a Cultivation Pill, greatly increasing my power."
Zhu Yan took out a very small porcelain bottle from his sleeve.
