Such formation was indeed to Ren Feifan's liking.
Ren Feifan threw Wang Qiuhai to the ground, and even more, he drew the Ancient Dust Sword and hurled it out, instantly surrounding Wang Qiuhai's neck!
The ground cracked open slightly, and numerous pebbles also cut through Wang Qiuhai's cheeks!
Seeing the Black Sword so close at hand, he was so scared that he was soaked through!
His only dying struggle was to say, "I don't care who you are, nor your purpose, do you realize the severity of this matter! You are holding the young master of Wang Palace hostage, do you think you can walk out of here alive?"
These words were almost hissed through clenched teeth by Wang Qiuhai.
Ren Feifan let out a cold laugh, found a spot to sit down, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea, savoring it slowly.
After a long time, he finally said, "The tea does taste good, carrying a hint of Spiritual Energy, you guys really know how to enjoy.
