章 207: Woolen Robe Swordsman Ji Feng

Familiar faces staggered out of the Guanlin Temple in Immortal Fox Village. Situ Luoyu and Solitary Perpetual Joy were originally incredibly angry, but gradually, their hearts became cold.

It was especially so when they heard about what had happened afterwards. Their hearts turned even colder, and the already low temperature around them dropped even further. Their dark faces and the growing killing intent on their faces made the players in the area who derived joy from their misfortune to leave with their heads lowered. 

"So, you're saying that all of you died in Happy's hands. He did all this alone?"

The twenty or so players said nothing. Their faces were pale, and they felt very weak right then. When they heard their failure spoken aloud, they lowered their heads together, feeling so ashamed that they could not speak.