Bai Hong's Despair, Demonic Hand Manifests

"Kong Xuan, you~"

Qing Luan opened her mouth, her expression shifting for a moment.

She could now see that it was not only Da Peng; even Kong Xuan was in on this. More importantly, this was something that even he did not know how to handle.

"Ah~"

Miserable screams rang out without end—Bai Hong's screams.

They could clearly see that the white flames had already burned his soul and body apart.

"Phoenix Lord, what are you doing?!"

At this moment, Bai Hong was completely panicked.

He could clearly sense that Da Peng was serious this time, not merely trying to frighten him.

But he had no idea what he had done wrong. This whole matter was indeed full of strangeness.

He did not even know what had happened before Da Peng attacked him directly, and even Qing Luan's pleas on his behalf had been useless.

"Hehe~"

A cold laugh rang out as a chilling gleam flashed in Da Peng's eyes. "What am I doing?"

"You plotted against my Big Sister. What do you think I'm doing?"

"If you don't give me an explanation for this today, I'll make you wish you were dead."

What!

He had plotted against Qing Luan!

Hearing this, everyone present erupted in an uproar.

All of them were stunned by Da Peng's words, finding them unbelievable from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, if this were true, everyone knew exactly what it meant.

Qing Luan.

She was the Great Princess of the Phoenix Clan.

More importantly, before Da Peng returned, Qing Luan had been the one calling all the shots in the Phoenix Clan.

Under such circumstances, Qing Luan's position within the Phoenix Clan was beyond doubt.

Precisely because of this, for Bai Hong to dare plot against her was practically a fatal threat—he was