C997 Master of the Palanquin

"You self-righteous thing, did I say I was leaving?"

Ye Feng didn't care about the shocked expressions of the crowd. His cold gaze fell on Ouyang Ming, who was standing on the ground. His words carried a strong sense of ridicule.

Currently, he was a Divine Martial level 9, and it was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables to deal with an ordinary level 1 Martial King