C43 Profound Rank Martial Cultivator.

Ren Haoyue's jesting tone made the atmosphere tense, morphing the already tight air into something bizarre.

"I've warned you already, better run. If something happens, it's not on me," Ye Yuanyuan blurted out, almost instinctively.

"I didn't come here to watch you two flirt," Wang Jun snapped. "Just kill that guy, and you're free to go."

Wang Jun's finger jabbed in Qi Yuan's direction