"Hey, hey, don't die too quickly, otherwise it will be meaningless." Zhusunx Shaobai sneered, wanting to play with Qin Feng.
Qin Feng struggled to stand up, heavily injured. His body was almost torn apart, covered in blood, stretching out like a spider's web. As formidable as he was, a supreme immortal close to reaching the third level, he'd suffered such severe damage, showcasing how terrifying Sunx Shaobai was with the ancient slaughter battle's power.
He gritted his teeth, knowing he wasn't a match for Sunx Shaobai. There was only one way to defeat him.
"Shaobai, break his limbs and cancel his cultivation. His life is still useful." In the void, the ancient Zhu Taiyang people's hoarse voices echoed, cold and merciless.
"Yes, old man."
Sunx Shaobai conformed to destiny.
