"Hand them over!"
The cold voice possessed the powerful force of an immortal cultivator, and once spoken, it seemed as if the atmosphere itself had changed so that people found it hard to breathe. The faces of some onlookers who had no cultivation or refinement began to gradually whiten, while others fell to their knees and simply crawled away.
Even those with a cultivation base began to feel discomfort, they managed to suffer through it, breaking into a sweat as their stomachs began to turn. It was frightening just how much force and presence those simple words contained!
At this point, one after another, people looked to where the voice had come from to see two gray-cloaked figures jump forward with flying swords, briskly landing at the gates to the Feng Residence to stand before Young Miss Feng.
