Indescribable feeling.
Fu Yi clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms.
His jealousy, his shame, his greed, his yearning, all seemed to materialize.
He stared at Ye Tian, simply stared.
His chest heaved up and down.
His breathing was heavy.
"Why is the Gift of the Immortal River given to that bastard Ye Tian, instead of Brother Fu Yi? According to the River Tablet, doesn't this mean Ye Tian's talent and strength surpass Brother Fu Yi's?"
Ning Qingqing felt a bit dazed, realizing it all a little late.
She also found it hard to believe.
It shouldn't be!
"Fu Yi, what should we do now?"
Fu Ren stood beside Fu Yi, his expression also grim, and asked softly.
"Kill!"
Fu Yi's gaze turned icy cold: "The Immortal River has blinded itself, giving what rightfully belongs to me to this ant from who knows where. In that case, let him die!"
Fu Yi's murderous intent was intense.
