The Last Great Character Had a Suggestion for You
Bi Fan couldn't be bothered with Mu Yi's murderous glare. Still smiling, he said, "You're Mu Yi, right? If you're upset that I killed someone from Wuji Palace, that's easy to settle. My life is right here. If you've got what it takes, come and take it."
Chu Qingjue's expression changed abruptly. She stared at him, shocked and angry. So after all her efforts, was that how little they meant to him?
The corners of Mu Yi's mouth lifted into a cold sneer. "You've walked right into my hands. Brothers, attack!"
The spiritual power he had been holding back surged out like a rushing tide, billowing his silver-white robes in a wind that seemed to rise from nowhere.
Facing the oncoming torrent of spiritual power, Bi Fan narrowed his eyes and gave an unconcerned snort. He raised a hand and sent an equally powerful surge of spiritual power crashing toward it.
Before Mu Yi could strike again, Bi Fan raised an eyebrow, his smile unchanged. "Why the rush? Afraid I might survive long enough to send word to my companions?"
Mu Yi furrowed his brows and barked, "I don't have time to chat with you!"
Bi Fan chuckled softly. "Even if you don't have time, you can at least hear me out."
"Miss Chu was right. If I die at your hands today, the people of the Phoenix Race—and even the brothers from Shenyi Gate—won't let you off."
"Maybe you, Mu Yi, aren't afraid. But at least consider the brothers behind you. You know Tang Yunting better than I do. If several experts on par with him came after you, do you think you could withstand them? Losing so many of your people over one man like me hardly seems worth