Ye Feng's eyes revealed a cold glint, kill intent brewing, as if lowering the temperature around him, causing a chill that made people shudder involuntarily. Ye Feng coldly said, "I'll say it one last time, take your foot off, or else, die!"
Ye Feng's voice clearly reached everyone's ears present. That terrifying voice, the word "death," was like a decree from the Hell Reaper sentencing death, a pure and terrifying kill intent forcing people to tremble uncontrollably, their eyes filled with fear. Ye Feng's icy gaze fell upon the Young Second God.
The Young Second God was completely unfazed, instead angered: "You little bastard, what do you think you are? You're beneath my foot now, not even my match, yet you tell me to die, what right do you have, do you even have the strength?"
Ye Feng was angered, utterly angered, with no restraint in his eyes' kill intent, a pure and unmatched killing intent descending.
