Chen Feng's Soul Power was immense. When he became angry, everyone present vividly felt that fury.
The practice field instantly turned into a huge powder keg. Just the volume of such a high-grade explosive gave a suffocating sense, not to mention everyone understood the power of its explosion.
Ran Yingwei sneered, "Sorry about that, hit a sore spot, did I?"
Suo Wenhong noticed Chen Youjia, who was behind Chen Feng, mouthing words at them.
"Senior Brother, you're dead meat."
After decoding Chen Youjia's secret signals, he felt a twinge of unease.
Chen Feng extended a finger, pointing at Ran Yingwei and the Seventh Prince Wen Huang's group, "I've been wondering since just now, you, and your friends there, seem to harbor quite the hostility towards me. At first, I thought it was because Wang Qi dragged things out for a day and you were a bit resentful, but now it looks like... it's not quite that, is it?"
