Atop Dragon Mountain, Chen Feng looked down at Chu Tiannan, his expression cold.
"Is this all you've got?"
Chen Feng's voice was icy.
"Impossible, this can't be."
Chu Tiannan was trying to resist, trying to get up.
However, under the powerful pressure of Chen Feng, Chu Tiannan struggled to even move.
"This madness ends now."
Chen Feng wanted to end Chu Tiannan's life.
He had no desire to spare this kind of enemy.
"Fellow Daoist, hold on."
At that moment, a figure came rushing over.
The man was dressed in robe, hair white like snow, his eyes sunken, extremely old looking.
After taking one look at the newcomer, Chen Feng instantly pinpointed his cultivation level, peak of the Heavenly Dao realm. Perhaps, he could even be considered a Demi True God.
Still, he was not much of a threat.
"Who are you?"
Chen Feng turned his head, looking at the old man.
