"Brat, go to hell!"
Luo Ao's fist blasted out viciously, smashing into Ling Feng's chest and caving it in on the spot.
Ling Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, but instead rushed straight into his fist and chopped down with his sword.
With the amplification from Evil King's Descent, Ling Feng finally managed to break through his defense; that sword hacked down and carved a huge bloody gash across Luo Ao's chest.
"You little bastard, are you not afraid of dying?"
A cold, sinister light flickered in Luo Ao's eyes. He just couldn't understand why Ling Feng suddenly started using this kind of reckless, death‑defying fighting style.
Sure, he could injure him like this, but he himself would be hurt even worse!
"You can try me." Ling Feng sneered. "In this world, I possess an Immortal Body!"
"Heh heh! Who are you trying to bluff!" Luo Ao laughed coldly. "Only gods and demons are eternally undying. You're just a mortal people punk!"
