"I have no such obligation!" Chu Feng indifferent replied with a sentence.
"You..." Senior Sister Ye, her delicate body trembling with anger. "In that case, your life and death have nothing to do with me! As the steward, I hereby announce that you have been kicked out of the team, left to fend for yourselves."
"Heh, when have you ever cared about our life and death?"
Chu Feng had a cold smile on his face, and Zi Yan also nodded in agreement.
This really infuriated Senior Sister Ye.
"A bunch of trash, no matter how many come, it's just courting death!" That Rashamon Sect disciple who touched Senior Sister Ye's bottom looked at Han Dong and the others with an extremely disdainful expression.
He made his move again.
With sword light flashing, each stroke he struck almost certainly brought one down. Han Dong and his companions were really just dummies; none of them could match this Rashamon Sect disciple.
In just the blink of an eye, all five were down on the ground.
