C856 Dead-end

When he heard her voice, the corners of Demon Ten's lips curled up coldly. His gaze immediately locked onto Seventh Elder, who was standing beside Ling Feng. He really did not care about Ling Feng; after all, how could a mere Martial King kid have such great ability?

Of course, Ling Feng had also heard Aunt Ping's voice. He looked at the rapidly approaching Demon Ten with a slightly focused gaze