Listening to Xue Mo's words, Lin Feng's expression was cold.
Wanting to kill me? You need the ability to do so!
Seeing that Lin Feng did not respond, Xue Mo sneered, turning his head to whisper to someone beside him.
By Xue Mo's side was a cold-looking young man, dressed in tight black clothing, his hair a dark red.
Although this person had a very restrained aura, the evil Qi emanating from his body could not be completely concealed.
Lin Feng didn't know what Xue Mo had said to the cold-looking young man, but the young man glanced at Lin Feng and then nodded slightly at Xue Mo.
Despite the distance, Lin Feng did not know what Xue Mo had said to the cold-looking young man, but he did not need to guess to know that it was certainly an order to kill him.
Lin Feng sneered inwardly; as long as the older generation of strong practitioners did not make a move, he was not afraid of anyone in the younger generation.
