"Such arrogance!"
"Do you really think that little bit of strength is enough to deal with us?"
A cold voice spoke ominously.
"Why don't you try and see whether I can butcher you on this river?" Ye Fei replied in an equally icy tone, meeting him head-on.
The air froze at that moment.
By the riverbank, the man burning paper also stopped what he was doing.
The river and both banks fell deathly silent. The only sound left was the splashing of water as the boats cut across its surface.
The Old Monk pressed his palms together.
Amitabha.
The Little Monk looked around warily, poking his head out from side to side.
Most of the ordinary people on the yacht ahead had already fallen into a deep sleep. Only the three people in the wheelhouse remained awake. Although they could see no living person and hear no voices, they still sensed the strange atmosphere in the air.
"What's going on?"
"My chest feels so tight."
Zhang Peng looked around.
He did not see the man burning paper by the bank, but the yellow paper fluttering through the air was enough to make him tremble with fear.
Liu Jianxiang said nothing.
The oppressive atmosphere and the cold killing intent permeating the surroundings made him realize clearly that danger had probably arrived once more. However, this was not danger he could handle.
He had known before leaving that the escape would not go smoothly.
But still.
His fingers whitening around the steering wheel and his tightly drawn face revealed the unrest in his heart.
Only Ye Fei.
Her expression barely changed.
In fact, as the boat continued forward, a trace of mockery appeared in her eyes.
"All bark and no bite."
She made no attempt to conceal her voice.
In an instant.