Xiang Feng was only twenty years old and had the cultivation level of the middle stage of Huajin. He was indeed a genius in the ancient martial arts world.

The Zhentian Martial Arts Hall has cultivated and recruited many powerful masters over the years.

It is normal for them to win over the wind.

Wen Liang continued: "Yangfeng, although our Zhentian Martial Arts Hall is not in conflict with the world, our power is by no means comparable to any force in the secular world of Xianhai City."

"Even the Fan family and the Cheng family, the two ancient martial arts families, will not provoke us easily."

"And now, if you offend us, the Zhentian Martial Arts Hall, you will only have the only way to join us."

"If you defect to us, in this Xianhai City, the people you offended will not cause trouble for you again."

"If you choose to refuse, then no one can save you in this Xianhai City."

"You will definitely die!"

His words were clearly and thorough.

Some people in the field who wanted to get rid of the wind frowned.

The people from the Liu family were frightened.

The other party actually said directly that if Xiang Feng refused to surrender to the other party, then no one in the entire Xianhai City could save Xiang Feng...

If Xiang Feng dies, will their Liu family survive?

Even Liu Ruyun couldn't help but feel a little worried.

This Zhentian Martial Arts Hall seems to be different from the forces her husband Xiang Feng has offended in the past.

Stronger, more domineering, and more confident that he can deal with Xiangfeng.

"Are you finished talking nonsense?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Xiang Feng slowly spoke, "What kind of thing do you Zhentian Martial Arts Hall do you dare to threaten me?"

"I'll tell you that I'm not interested in joining your Zhentian Martial Arts Hall."
Chapter completed!