The Dark Poison Sect youth looked at Ren Feifan, who was closing in step by step, growing increasingly panicked, his back, without him realizing, soaked through.
He was very clear that no one could protect him now, he could only rely on himself.
And it was obvious, the demon before him wasn't at all afraid of the three words Dark Poison Sect!
What else could possibly threaten this man?
Although he was afraid, his pride was ingrained in his bones, naturally unwilling to compromise easily.
"What is your name?"
Suddenly, the demon before him spoke, pointing the Black Sword in his hand directly at the youth, with only an inch separating the sword from the young man, who could even feel the icy murderous intent emanating from the blade.
The Dark Poison Sect youth glared fiercely at Ren Feifan, not intending to speak at all.
Ren Feifan also didn't want to waste words with the person before him; the priority was to ascertain the whereabouts of Zheng Xipo.
