After nibbling for a while, the Skyhawk.
His entire head returned to Ye Chenfeng's side, floating next to Ye Chenfeng's right shoulder: "Master."
Ye Chenfeng didn't have much fondness for this old thing, Skyhawk. He just slightly nodded, looking at the wretched figure of the Tianyan Elder on the ground: "It's what he wanted; I didn't force him."
The rest of the Sect's ancestors present all inhaled sharply; many of them knew the combat power of the Tianyan Elder, and yet he died just like that? Without even a scream?
These ancestors from various Sects all stared grimly at the head floating next to Ye Chenfeng's shoulder. Having Shen Xiutian on Ye Chenfeng's side was already troublesome enough, and now there was such a bizarre head?
"Cough cough! Cough cough!——"
Amidst the silence, a coughing sound suddenly rang out. A hunched old man walked out from a corner. This old man appeared very, very old, with every inch of his skin covered in wrinkles.
