Fàn Qīngyùn sensed that the Immortal-Dispelling Whisk seemed bound by some hidden law, rendering its power completely lost. His expression instantly darkened.
"What on earth did you do?" he stared fixedly at Lěng Yè, shouting harshly.
"Old bastard, using my woman to threaten me—you're thoroughly sick of living!"
Chapter 1357