The July weather was very humid and warm. Although this valley was surrounded by mountains, it was still the same. However, nobody could feel anything warm about Bei Feng's creepy smile. Instead, they felt like they had sunk into an icy pit!
"Since you've stretched your right leg over the line, you can just leave it behind. Why are there always people who cannot distinguish what's good for them?"
Bei Feng chuckled lightly and walked slowly towards Jian Yong.
"You wish to go against my Jian Clan? I hope you understand this point; you are not alone here. There's still that lady behind you, for instance..."
Jian Yong did not show any signs of fear. He regarded Bei Feng with interest, curious to see what choice he'd make.
He wasn't that scared of Bei Feng even though the latter was but a short distance away from him. Not mentioning the fact that eight Xiantian Lords had come from the Jian Clan this time, he himself was a middle stage Xiantian Lord!