For a moment, the atmosphere inside the private room became stifling and eerily strange.
Confronted with Wu Mei's sharp, sword-like gaze, Ye Xunhuan's face was filled with thick disdain, "What, you want to fight me?"
"If you want to fight, then both of you come at me together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying murderous intent suddenly erupted from Ye Xunhuan, as if he had climbed out from the depths of hell itself, his entire body brimming with the wish for death, his face cold and frosty, his profound gaze as bottomless as a black hole, lacking any sign of vitality.
Feeling the murderous intent burst forth from Ye Xunhuan, Wu Mei's complexion dramatically changed, and even her delicate body began to shake uncontrollably.