Wen Qingye's brow furrowed, his expression growing ever more solemn. He believed that if his strength had been just a bit greater, Lang Feng would have been utterly unable to dodge that last strike. But alas, his cultivation was still too weak.
Lang Feng's power had already surpassed the absolute limit of Wen Qingye's strength. Even when Lang Feng had been careless a moment ago, Wen Qingye's Swordsmanship had failed to harm him in the slightest.
A sense of crisis arose in Wen Qingye's heart. He knew that Lang Feng was on guard now, and the rest of the fight would be even more difficult.
Lang Feng looked at Wen Qingye, his face devoid of expression. "What? You still want to struggle?"
"Struggle?" Wen Qingye laughed. "Are you even worthy of saying such a word to me?"
