Zhan Fei looked at the handsome looking young man in front of him. His eyes that were exposed through the gap of the helmet was filled with indifference.
"Brat, you're unlucky. Of all people, why had you chosen to be involved with Ji Fengyan? Now that you are forced to meet your death, you can only blame it on your luck." Zhan Fei sneered. No matter what Situ Ba's character was like, there was something Zhan Fei was very clear about.
With regards to Ji Fengyan, Situ Ba and himself were standing on the same side.
He was very willing to torture the young man before him to his death to let Ji Fengyan experience the heart-breaking pain.
Liu Huo kept his gaze. There were no emotions in his eyes after he redirected his previously gentle gaze on Ji Fengyan at Zhan Fei. His indifferent gaze made it seem as if the world-termination-armour on Zhan Fei did not exist.
It was so insignificant that he had ignored it.
