Fei Wuming frowned. He came here for a single matter, so why was it proving this difficult?
"You'd better not force me into a massacre. Based on just the lot of you, you're still no match for me."
"Fei Wuming, enough of your insolence. This is the Martial Soul Continent, the Hundred Flowers Palace—not some territory of your Devil Race." Feng Ruqing let out another cold snort, her gaze hiding uncontainable killing intent.
In the past the Hundred Flowers Palace would have struck back long ago, but things were different now; everything had to wait for Beibei to make the decision. Otherwise it would be An Qing or Long Yanran—in short, she had no authority.
"You want to fight me?"
Beibei pointed at herself, blinking a few times.
"Oh... you could put it that way." Fei Wuming nodded, his smile growing even more intense.
An Qing said, "Beibei, don't pay him any mind. He's just a complete moron."
"Mm-hmm, Auntie An said not to let me play with fools." Beibei shook her head, her gaze resembling that of someone looking at an idiot.
"Hahaha, I actually failed to notice several beauties here. Truly a misfortune."
Fei Wuming raised his eyelids slightly, winking at An Qing and Long Yanran, both of whom wore black veils.
An Qing felt a lump of frustration block her chest, and she snapped at Feng Ruqing and the others, "What are you all standing around for? Seize him!"
Fei Wuming drew a sword, laughing heartily, "Well, well, the beauty is angry."
Rumble!
Su Yu made his move first, followed by Old Ancestor Blood Saber, Zui Xin, Feng Ruqing, and the rest as they all moved to confront Fei Wuming.
They fought their way all the way from the grand hall out to the exterior, the surrounding