บท 1582: Creating Trouble and Divine Weapon

"Impudent." Yan Feng's gaze turned cold. Terrifying currents of heat shot out from his eyes, causing the serving girl to exclaim in shock as she hurriedly closed her eyes.

"Yan Feng, bullying a serving girl? Are you not lacking in terms of your bearing?" Mo Fei coldly spoke.

Yan Feng snorted coldly, "Didn't you hear how she spoke to an elder? Grandmaster Xuanming is here, who the hell does this little lass think she is? Actually daring to talk so much here. If it wasn't because we are not allowed to kill people in the city, she would already be dead."

"If the laws of the city permitted killing, you would definitely not be able to walk out of my courtyard alive." A cold voice rang out. Yan Feng's eyes gleamed. After that, he saw a figure walking out from the hall up the stairway. Other than Di Tian, there could be no one else.