As soon as Chen Feng said this.
The fake old Daoist's face changed dramatically in an instant, and he quickly shook his head in denial, saying, "Nonsense, a load of rubbish. How could your death possibly affect me? I am the God of Dreams, and even if you die, nothing will happen to me at all. Don't even think about using this to threaten me!"
"Really? Then just go ahead and kill me, anyway, as you said, I'm just an ant in your eyes, with or without me, it's all the same. Killing me shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"
Chen Feng asked with a cold laugh.
"Do you really think I'm afraid?"
The fake old Daoist's face darkened, and he replied coldly.
"You don't dare!"
Chen Feng said with great certainty.
"How dare you, I'll send you off right now!"
The fake old Daoist's face sank, raising his right palm.
In just an instant, a white energy sphere containing terrifying power condensed on his right palm.
If this white energy sphere were to be thrown at Chen Feng.
