"Is it far more than that?"
Qin Feiyang murmured, not bothering to refute.
Because the truth was indeed so.
With Shen Feiyun's talent, if he had seriously trained all these years, even without inheritance, his current strength would not be much inferior to Gongsun Bei.
Unfortunately.
He chose a path of ruin.
The fierce wind howled, the heavens and earth trembled!
Shen Feiyun stood proudly in the void, like a deity or demon, his aura reaching the sky.
Below.
The earth cracked open, ruined and desolate, permeated with a tragic aura.
Fu Xiong was buried underground, his life or death uncertain.
"Is he dead?"
Young Master Hao mumbled.
The old man in black confidently said, "Needless to say, he's surely dead."
Boom!
However, before the words were finished.
A devastating aura, like a volcanic eruption, burst forth from the ground.
In an instant.
The earth trembled here, dust flying everywhere!
Whoosh!
Immediately following.
