"Shut up."
Dong Changfeng's eyes fixed, he said calmly: "Believe it or not, do I, Dong Changfeng, need your approval, Duan Xiyang, to confirm if I've received the inheritance? Make your move."
He had already prepared to die.
Since Duan Xiyang had come, there was absolutely no hope for him to survive. Anyway, he wouldn't tell him anything.
Hurry up and kill me, then get lost.
When Fang Che arrives, he will naturally understand everything upon seeing my corpse.
Stop wasting time, any more delay and that lad will arrive.
Duan Xiyang said calmly: "Three strikes!"
"If you can withstand my three strikes, I will spare you a path to life."
As he spoke, his killing aura began to condense, surging wildly. Ghostly fire danced in his eyes, the White Bone Spear faintly hummed as if it smelled blood.
He had murderous intent.
If it weren't for encountering Yemo, he would have kept Dong Changfeng alive anyhow, but since he knew the answer, keeping Dong Changfeng was useless.
