Snowdrift Valley

"Accursed beast, how dare you!"

Wu Feng had finally snapped out of his stupor and his expression was extremely grim. He glared at monkey with a deep killing intent and released his Golden Core's spirit energy while summoning a flying sword!

Su Zimo's gaze turned cold.

As long as Wu Feng dared to move, he would attack and crush this man to death with his palm!

Wu Feng's aura had barely surged when he shuddered.

Su Zimo's hands were tainted with the blood of many paragons; a single gaze from him carried an overbearing aura and a terrifying suppression!

"Brother Wu!"

Duan Qingping was the first to react as he held Wu Feng back by the arm and shook his head gently.

The killing intent in Wu Feng's eyes dissipated. He took a deep breath before calming down and retracted his flying sword.

"Humph!"

Monkey glanced at the two of them from the corner of his eyes before snorting and returning to Su Zimo's side.