At this moment, the wedding venue once again almost plunged into silence, a silence akin to death!
This madman!
It's over!
The son of Feng Yitian is dead, just like that, dead before our eyes.
Chu Mo is too wild, not just ordinarily wild, but wild to the very edges of the universe!
From a distance, Feng Yitian's eyes were deathly still, his complexion eerily tranquil to the extreme.
Everyone present was clear that this was absolutely the prelude to a tremendous storm that was about to burst forth, absolutely!
"Dad!"
Similarly, in Feng Yulong's eyes, a towering fury flickered as he rushed in front of Feng Sheng.
Those eyes, with flames rising from them, seemed eager to burn Chu Mo to death!
"I want you dead!"
Feng Yulong, seething with hatred, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodthirsty as he charged at Chu Mo like a madman.
In an instant, his fist mercilessly smashed towards Chu Mo.