"Looks like you want to go against the Zhenyang Sect, don't you?"
Nalan Feng's gaze fell on Godson and asked indifferently.
"This is a grudge between the Supreme Hall and the Zhenyang Sect, it has nothing to do with others."
Godson replied.
"Regardless of who you are, or what status the Supreme Hall holds, do you think you can scare me with it?"
Nalan Feng said, "Listen well, Long Yan is my sister's husband, whoever wants to target him must pass me first. This applies to you too, I suggest you leave."
Since Godson was Long Yan's enemy, Nalan Feng naturally did not hesitate to confront him.
"You're quite arrogant. Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"
Godson's expression cooled down, his killing intent already surfacing.
"Yan Chixiao, does the Huashen Sect intend to interfere?"
At this moment, the Huangshan Ancestor voiced his question.