Fan Zong's gaze was filled with agony as he looked at Lin Fei, who stood proudly in the sky like a Great Emperor. His heart was filled with indescribable shock and unwillingness.
He was shocked at Lin Fei's terrifying power, breaking Fan Zong's fourth-grade magical artifact, the Jingyun Sword, with the strength of a Saint King, using just two fingers. Then, in a flash, Lin Fei snapped his sword into over ten pieces with his fingers.
Before he could react, Lin Fei's palm struck his dantian, and he heard the roar of collapse from within.
Then he flew out like a kite.
He landed heavily on the ground, frothing at the mouth, his body convulsing, unable to move, completely wasted.
Fan Zong's heart was filled with a million unwillingness...
At this moment, Lin Fei's voice, like the voice of an emperor, echoed throughout the heaven and earth: "Who else wants to end up like this wasted person on the ground, wanting to kill me?"
