C941 Nearly God

Ye Feng slowly rose to his feet, not immediately responding to Xue Lenghan's query. Instead, he made a beeline for Ximen Qing.

Snap, snap, snap, snap—four sharp sounds echoed as the bloodsucking vines severed.

Ximen Qing tumbled down awkwardly, only to be caught securely in Ye Feng's embrace.

"My child?" Shock filled Ximen Qing's eyes.

He had braced himself for the end