Young Master Zhou's face turned ashen, his fist clenched tightly, yet he dared not make a rash move.
The giant, like a demon or a god, stood there, his fierce eyes locked onto him and Zhou Qinglong.
Zhou Qinglong, truly a Peak Battle King Warrior, was the first to regain his composure, and cupped his hands, saying, "Mr. Ye, it was my Zhou Family that was at fault earlier. For Xinyu's sake, can we let this matter slide?"
"Let this matter slide?"
Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.
"You were standing within ten steps of me earlier, your muscles taut, and your Spiritual Power on constant alert. Should I make the slightest move, your thunderous strike would surely crash upon my head. Your Zhou Family, together with Medicine King Valley, the Tu Family, and the Fire Control Niu Family, all besieged me, and now you say let it slide?"
"Then what do you want? Do you truly wish to be locked in a death struggle with our Zhou Family?"
Zhou Qilin's eyes were cold.
