C165 Iron wrist slave training(part i)

Tuoba Fei was still sitting on the furs, an indifferent smile still plastered on his face. His cold eyes were filled with a cold light, causing the Xumi Army to not dare to look him in the eye.

His hand was still on his chest, and the dagger was only an inch away from his chest. It was this one inch distance that prevented him from moving forward another inch.

His hands were trembling