"What? Kneel down? Has Chu Fengmian lost his mind?"
Yan Gu sneered again and again.
"Don't think that just because you've had some bizarre strokes of luck, you can be so arrogant. The fortune you've stumbled upon isn't even worthy to shine my shoes!"
"Such nonsense."
Chu Fengmian glanced at Yan Gu and then swept his gaze over Mu Ye Battle, scoffing as he spoke.
"Why don't you two come at me together? Dealing with you one by one is a hassle anyway. Since you've come to seek death, let's make it quick, shall we?"
Chu Fengmian stood aloft with his hands behind his back, speaking coldly, his voice filled with supreme confidence.
His eyes were utterly relaxed, as if he faced no pressure whatsoever.
"What?"
Chu Fengmian's statement stunned the numerous Beimang Academy disciples present.
One against two? He even dared to ask Mu Ye Battle to join the fight against Yan Gu?
