The words Ye Feng spoke were like one bomb after another, ripping through the already wounded heart of Apollo.
Apollo's breathing became rapid, and his face was contorted with rage. His eyes, blood-red, glinted with a touch of madness.
Damn it.
Swearing, Apollo warned himself to stay calm in such a moment, but how could he calm down in the face of boundless anger?
He looked furiously at Ye Feng ahead, seeing those fingers still beckoning. Apollo himself became utterly frenzied.
"You say I'm scared, then I'll let you know whether I'm truly scared. You dare point at me? Even if I can't kill you today, I will definitely cut off your hand," Apollo said with utter madness.
At this moment, Apollo completely forgot the feeling that had arisen in his heart; he only remembered Ye Feng's humiliation of him.
