C337 Fi'er

"You're courting death!"

A delicate voice came out, followed by hundreds of Wind Blade flying out from behind Gao Feng's head, densely packed towards the stall owner.

What was going on? Could it be that there was another mechanism at the back of his mind?

Witnessing the situation, the vendor's face paled in fright and he stood rooted to the spot, at a loss of what to do