All the pain and humiliation are worth it.
And this mask...
He reached out and gently touched the silver mask on his face, its cool surface resembling a fierce ghost.
He wanted to use Tang Fei's blood to restore every damaged inch of skin.
When Tang Fei and Shen Xinglan were battling, Phoenix, Shen Qingping, and others retreated far away.
The two had long broken through the mountain gate, advancing to the rank of Grandmaster, and were outstanding among the lesser Grandmasters.
When these two fought, although it couldn't equal a battle of Great Grandmasters which could destroy the heavens, within a hundred meters there would be wind blades and frost swords hard to resist.
Seeing the Evil Dragon conjured by Tang Fei being ignited and incinerated by the nine Fire Birds, Shen Qingping expressed concern and urgently said, "Should we go up and help?"
He was afraid Tang Fei would suffer.
More afraid that Tang Fei's life would be in danger.
