The moment she saw Lu Feng, Liu Ying cried out, "High Priest, this member of the Immortal Race is still alive! Xiang Zhou said you hadn't killed him, but I thought he was joking."
Lu Feng had been a sacrificial offering to begin with, and then he had wreaked havoc at the Ancestor God Sacrifice. No matter who it was, the High Priest should never have spared him. Yet, against all expectations, he was still alive.
The High Priest smiled and patted Liu Ying's head. "That's right, I didn't kill him. I am the High Priest, after all. How could I bully a junior like him? So the task of killing him falls to you."
Although the High Priest was much shorter than Liu Ying, watching him pat her head did not seem awkward in the slightest. It looked perfectly natural.
But hearing the High Priest's words, Lu Feng's heart tightened, and he inwardly exclaimed that his guess had been right. This old bastard wanted him dead, but cared too much about his reputation to do it himself. Instead, he wanted to dispose of him through his juniors.
He truly was a paragon of sinister cruelty and shameless deceit. Apart from Sun Jiuyang, there was no one in this world more despicable than him.
Upon hearing the High Priest's words, Liu Ying nodded repeatedly. "I understand. He insulted our Witch Clan and injured Xiang Zhou. I won't let him off."
If there was no escape, he would face it head-on. Lu Feng strode forward, pointed at the two opposite him, and shouted, "Come on! Whatever despicable tricks you use, however many members of the Witch Clan come at me, I'll kill them all!"
Liu Ying snorted. "Stop boasting. Can you even kill us?"
The High Priest patted Liu Ying's shoulder