As a swordsman, and one from the Six Extremes Demon Sect at that, he couldn't accept being forced by Zhong Ming to abandon his blade and flee.
Besides, he didn't think the droplet of water Zhong Ming had flicked could do anything to him.
'My Disaster Ghost Face can convert calamities and disasters into my own power. This attack won't kill me!'
Despite thinking this, Li Feng wasn't careless. He clenched his free hand into a fist and smashed it violently toward the dark water droplet.
CRACK!
The water droplet burst apart under the full force of his punch.
However, this scene brought Li Feng no comfort.
The moment the droplet shattered, he felt a powerful, penetrating spiral force, like a coiling dragon, travel up his arm and toward his chest.
At the same time, a sense of mortal danger surged in his heart as the force approached.
'Stop!'
Realizing this, he immediately mobilized the Magical Power in his body, surging it toward his arm.
BOOM!
