Ghost quickly came to her senses and unleashed her Phantom Dancer. A purple energy cannonball shot out at both of Chen Feng's accomplices, leaving them wounded on the ground.
Xiao Luo withdrew his gaze from the two culprits and cast it at Chen Feng. With a chilling laugh, he said, "The Lunar Armor is mine, and your life... is also mine!"
"You… you dare? If you kill me, the Snow Mountain Faction will haunt you for the rest of your life! Can… can you withstand the wrath of the entire Snow Mountain Faction?" Chen Feng shouted frantically. He panicked and was rambling away, even resorting to the use of his Clan as his last means of refuge.
"Snow Mountain Faction? I have never heard of it before!"
Xiao Luo showed little concern for Chen Feng's empty threats. He raised his right foot and stomped on Chen Feng's head.
SQUISH!
