Cold light came from the gloomy Han Feiyu's eyes. A sneer formed on his mouth, and he didn't say anything more. He stared at Pang Bo and Ye Fan as if looking at two dead men.
The four youths beside him advanced. A teasing smile was on their faces as they slowly surrounded Ye Fan and Pang Bo.
One of them spoke in a low voice so that the crowd couldn't hear, "You don't know the immensity of the heavens. There are some people you can't offend in the Spirit Ruins Palace. Just by relying on the two of you, daring to speak the words you just said is just asking for death!"
Another youth beside him also sneered and mocked them. "You dare to act so mighty when you've only just entered the sect a short while ago. Do you not comprehend the meaning of death? Actually, I don't think the two of you will even be able to enjoy death, because there are some tortures that are so painful that you'd wish death was easy!"
