At the same time, Pei Yupo's expression froze, and Fenglei Bao furrowed his brow as well.
They wanted an excuse to kill Murong Jianyun.
Their Thousand Kings Holy Tower had to remain righteous and aboveboard, yet that old fellow Murong Jianyun was truly capable of enduring—he had actually declared on the spot that he would not concern himself with Su Yuexian's life or death. It was completely unlike her character.
But on second thought, it was understandable. For the sake of the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce, it was not impossible for Murong Jianyun to sacrifice Su Yuexian.
But now, how were they supposed to kill him openly and justifiably?
Drawing a deep breath, Pei Yupo suddenly looked at Su Yuexian again and said, "If that's the case, then Fenglei Emperor, tear off one of this she-devil's arms for me first. A she-devil ought to be tortured to death on the spot..."
His voice boomed across the area, his expression savage to the extreme.
He did not feel much desire for Su Yuexian, nor did he have any urge to conquer her. Tearing off one of her arms did not matter.
And deep down, he still did not quite believe Murong Jianyun could endure without acting. They would torture Su Yuexian first and see.
The moment those words fell, the entire crowd's expressions changed drastically. Yet no one moved; they merely looked toward Murong Jianyun.
The latter's fist clenched slightly, then immediately relaxed. Without even turning his head, he landed atop the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce's Divine Shuttle Ship, as if the matter did not concern him at all—as if he had hung it high above himself.
That action instantly ignited Pei Yupo's anger. Could Murong Jianyun really be refusing to interfere?
Even Fenglei Bao was beginning to go