"Put down An Ke, and perhaps we can spare your life. Otherwise, even the Immortals won't be able to save you." A middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd opposite Ye Feng, loudly warning him.
Judging by the look of him, he bore a striking resemblance to An Ke, seemingly An Ke's father.
"You can go ahead and try." Ye Feng had nothing to lose and was not afraid to go head-to-head with them. From Ye Feng's perspective, even if they dared to make a move, he could still take one down with him — it wouldn't be a loss.
Therefore, the threat was nothing in Ye Feng's eyes; he wasn't scared at all.
"By the way, my sword is a Magic Artifact. Once someone is cut by my sword, not even an Immortal can save them." To intimidate the people in front of him, Ye Feng deliberately mentioned the level of the Annihilation Sword.
If any of them understood this, and if they cared about An Ke, they certainly wouldn't act rashly.
