"Die in the Sword Pavilion!" Qin Feng shouted.
A year ago, he was severely injured and forced into a terrifying blood curse. Then, like trash, he was cast out of the mountain gate. A year later, his woman returned, deceiving him too much!
"Senior Sister, where are they now?"
"You don't want to go alone." Mrs. Liu immediately called out, "Don't worry, five pairs fighting five rounds at the tournament will give you the last chance to face them. However, they are all so terrifying, wanting to kill. You should notify the sect immediately, and someone will return to arrange it, at least open on the gambling table. Even if someone wants to kill in the pavilion, they wouldn't dare."
"Okay, take a good rest first." Qin Feng prepared to leave, his expression emotionless.
"Where are you going?" Liu Rufei hurriedly grasped Qin Feng's sleeve and left.
