Ye Futian cast a glance at Luo Youming. The prince of the Divine Capital of Xiling seemed to have remembered them.
However, although death and injury were inevitable in this place of trial, it was still a troublesome thing to kill a prince of the Divine Capital of Xiling in front of everyone. There were so many people here that it would be impossible to do such a thing without having outsiders find out. To attract the attention of a peak character such as Old Demon Luo was definitely not ideal.
Luo Youming seemed to perceive something, and his eyes moved toward Ye Futian, He saw that this musician of Taixuan Mountain regarded him with an incredibly indifference and contempt. It was as if, in his eyes, Luo Youming was someone not worth noting. His attitude was condescending.
A chilling intention of murder flashed across his eyes, extremely frigid. All the descendants of Old Demon Luo had inherited Old Demon Luo's temper.