"Looking to die!"
Zeng Yanxi harbored fear towards Ye Qingfeng's methods.
However, the Zeng Family was not to be insulted by just anyone.
"Pff..."
Yet, in front of Ye Qingfeng, Zeng Yanxi was as fragile as straw.
The Wind Thunder Sword pierced directly into Zeng Yanxi's right chest.
Yet, Zeng Yanxi couldn't even touch the hem of Ye Qingfeng's clothes.
"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me."
Zeng Yanxi roared.
In his heart, he finally realized the terrifying nature of Ye Qingfeng's power.
But the gap in strength was clear, like fireflies compared to the Bright Moon.
If Zeng Yanxi tried harder,
Ye Qingfeng barely needed to twitch his wrist.
The Wind Thunder Sword embedded in Zeng Yanxi's chest would churn like a meat grinder.
Turning Zeng Yanxi's wound into a bloody mess.
"Ah!"
Even if Zeng Yanxi was a martial artist, so what?
Who could endure such agony?
At once, his face twisted with pain,
screaming as he kneeled to the ground.
