"Oriole!"
Pan Wuyan stared unblinkingly at Qin Feiyang, as if she had turned into an iceberg, her body exuding a bone-chilling coldness!
"Quickly kill him and reclaim the Elixir Flame!" Yan Tianfeng ordered.
"Ma San, help me, and I assure you a life filled with endless luxury and riches for the rest of your days," Mo Wushen pleaded. "You might even get a chance to enter the Imperial Capital with me!"
At the same time, Mo Wushen also sought Qin Feiyang's assistance, offering attractive terms.
"Courting death!" Yan Tianfeng erupted in anger, his eyes glowing with terrifying ferocity as he struck Mo Wushen's chest with a palm.
"AAAH..." Mo Wushen let out a miserable scream. His chest caved in, and he plummeted like a meteor towards the mountains below.
"Ma San, as long as you help me now, the matter of you killing my brother will be wiped clean," Mo Wushen roared. "Not only that, I will owe you a favor, one I will surely repay doubly in the future!"
