The people from the Evil Dragon Palace chased Lin Feng for a long time without being able to catch up with him, each looking sullen.
The blue-clad cultivator named Long Shengjie was a legitimate descendant of the evil dragon, and his strength was extremely powerful.
But after chasing for so long, he couldn't help but fly into a rage; he roared, "Boy! All you know is how to run, you're nothing but a coward!"
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Lin Feng looked at Long Shengjie speechlessly and cursed, "Damn you, three or four hundred people chasing me alone, wouldn't it be stupid not to run? If you've got balls, make the people around you get lost, and let's find a place for a one-on-one!"
Long Shengjie naturally would not choose to duel Lin Feng one-on-one.
He had a lot of people here, why would he duel Lin Feng one-on-one? He wasn't stupid.
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Lin Feng continued to flee, and the people from the Evil Dragon Palace continued to chase.
"It's that kid, kill him!"
Suddenly, a roar came from afar.
