Ah!
With a scream, the sturdy black man was dismembered, dying on the spot.
Yang Fei snorted, raising four fingers.
"The fourth one!"
As he spoke, he unfolded his Wind and Fire Wings and flew swiftly towards the nine o'clock direction.
In the large Xinhua Bookstore of Martial God City, a Caucasian man dressed in a black tailcoat slightly raised his head.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the rows of bookshelves and walls of the bookstore, instantly locking onto Yang Fei in the air.
"Humph, I didn't expect that this scourge Yang Fei is still alive."
The Caucasian man said coolly, his long and clean fingers resting on a Carnegie Success book, without fleeing in panic like others.
A silent and chilly aura emanated from his body.
On the bookstore's doors and windows, blue ice slowly appeared, gradually thickening.
In the Xinhua Bookstore, people came and went.
