"Hmph!"
"You are indeed strong."
"But, we are not weak."
"A group of dying people who only know how to hide in coffins, you dare talk tough now, but in a real fight, how could you be our opponents?"
Sword Saint Yuexi and over a dozen Supreme Saints snorted coldly.
Talking big, who can't do that?
"How dare you!"
"Once we recover, we will go out and devour the likes of you!"
The Chief of the Hunting Tribe snorted coldly.
On the ground.
Ye Feng slowly rose to his feet, looking at the Ancient Coffin transformed by the Chief of the Hunting Tribe who was still spouting his grandiose rhetoric, and coldly said: "I've decided, I'm going in now to kill you."
The next moment.
Ye Feng stepped over the threshold of the Burial Ground and stood in front of the Ancient Coffin, which was the Chief of the Hunting Tribe.
"What are you trying to do?"
The tone of the Chief of the Hunting Tribe rose by thirty percent.
"Crush you!"
