"Minister Liu, you're being far too domineering. I will definitely report this matter to His Holiness the Pope!"
William stared darkly at Liu Feng, gritting his teeth.
Those Jian Wuchen and the Three Elders of Xuantian had killed were all elites from North America and Northern Europe! While the experts above the Grandmaster realm had suffered no losses, S-Class, A-Class, and even B-Class experts had all suffered considerable casualties!
One had to know that Grandmaster-level experts, no matter what, all emerged from among these people!
Moreover, for the sake of these ruins, they had directly dispatched the elites of their respective nations. Yet before they had even entered the ruins, they had been killed right at the entrance?
What was this supposed to mean?
Hadn't they agreed that Grandmasters would not lay hands on those below the Grandmaster realm?
The old man holding the iron hammer also looked at Liu Feng grimly and said in a deep voice, "Minister Liu, you've gone too far!"
Liu Feng smiled faintly. "I already said it—what the hell does it have to do with me? If you want trouble, go find those few in the ruins. I haven't even moved, yet you two are already pressing me this hard. Looks like Liu's blade has grown dull."
As he spoke, a cold glint flashed through his eyes.
These people seemed unable to hold themselves back any longer.
But that was fine. If they couldn't hold back, he would kill them one by one. They were an eyesore anyway!
Liu Feng lightly licked his lips, killing intent lingering in his eyes as he swept his gaze around.
Hurry up and make a move. I'm about to lose my patience!
Watching the old man sink into thought, Liu Feng had the urge to curse.
*Damn it, just