"What!?" Nolan Jie's face changed dramatically. His blade was caught by a boy who couldn't even reach the Holy Land. How could it cut through flesh? Shouldn't it be two parts?
"Does that depend on me?"
At this time, Qin Feng's cold voice echoed. At the same time, the broken sword flashed like remnants of light, ready to slash.
"No!" Seeing this scene, Nolan Ji failed to pull back his blade, immediately released his knife trying to retreat, but he was unwilling to wait for death.
However, Nolan Jie was still a bit slow. He was slashed from his left shoulder to his abdomen by the broken sword, and his entire body was stained with blood.
"It seems your Holy Land is not physically stronger than me," Qin Feng sneered at the severely injured Nolan Jie. The speed at which his power increased after returning from Purgatory did not disappoint.
"Qin Feng, wait for me," Nolan Jie roared and turned to flee.
