"It's him, he's the owner of Feipu Manor."
"He's the one who killed the two princes."
"..."
The other werewolves also recognized Qin Yang.
Immediately, the entire hall became somewhat chaotic, after all, in their eyes, the strength of the Wolf Race princes was extremely powerful, and they were all slain. How could they possibly contend against the white-clad youth before them?
"Hehe, quite a gathering here, did you know I was coming to send you werewolves on your way?"
In mid-air of the hall, Qin Yang stood atop the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, gazing coldly at the fifty to sixty werewolf figures below, speaking with a detached tone.
Upon hearing the icy indifferent words, the faces of the werewolves below all changed, yet, these self-proclaimed noble werewolves dared not say another word.
Not to mention anything else, just Qin Yang standing in mid-air, sweeping over them with his icy gaze, made them feel a strong sense of danger.
