Feng Yun instantly couldn't take it anymore. He felt as if his lungs had exploded with rage.
Xue Changqing's people hadn't even needed to be asked. Every one of them had marched to their deaths without so much as a frown!
And what about him? He had shamelessly used overwhelming pressure to question them one by one. He had already lost a round.
And then, when he reached the last person, that person actually answered that he was withdrawing.
At that moment, Feng Yun felt as if a burning slap had struck his face.
He abruptly turned around. His gaze, sharp as a blade, landed on Bi Feng's face as he spoke in a low, restrained voice. "Say that again?"
Bi Feng's face was flushed crimson, but he gritted his teeth and met Feng Yun's gaze. He knew what Feng Yun wanted, but Bi Feng had no choice. He did not truly want to withdraw.
But Chen Yun was already crippled. At present, Bi Feng was the only one left who could contend with Feng Yun. Yet with the addition of the Three Realms, Feng Yun was already at the height of his power.
These were clearly the ten most important people of the future. And after Night Demon's series of maneuvers had blocked off every avenue of retreat, everyone could only board Feng Yun's ship.
Although Bai Ye, Wu Di, and the others were unwilling, they could not withstand the pressure.
Right now, they had to withstand this pressure and make their stance clear. Only then could they discuss the next step—using Feng Yun's unreasonable pressure today to draw the others in.
Therefore, he had to display this differing attitude.
Otherwise, Feng Yun would have complete and unchecked authority.
He drew a deep breath and said frankly, "Yes, I'm