After speaking, An Feitian charged forward.
The prisoners guarding this place were strong, but to him, they really couldn't be considered a threat.
In front of Ling Xiao, however, stood thirty-one people.
Each of them had cultivation levels similar to his, and even if they weren't reincarnation warriors, their strength wasn't far off.
They blocked the less than three-meter wide road completely.
"With us here, you can forget about getting past."
Perhaps emboldened by the many Inner Clan disciples, An Feiren sneered among the crowd, "The Shadow Black Gourd belongs to Brother Feitian. You took my courtyard, today we'll settle this grudge."
"An Feiren, I spared you twice. This time, I won't be merciful again. You've sought your own death, don't blame me!"
Ling Xiao looked coldly at An Feiren.
He had spared An Feiren twice before because An Feiren posed no threat to him.
But the other party didn't know to cherish this mercy and dared to court death.
