Hearing Ye Feng's words, the Mist Saint Incarnation laughed out loud.
"Kill me?"
"Hahaha..."
"You're merely good at defense, but your own combat power has barely stepped into the Four-Turn Quasi-Saint Level, how could you kill me?"
"Blustering is useless!"
"Even if this incarnation of the saint cannot kill you, in the future, once I have recovered from my losses, there will be even more and stronger incarnations descending to the world. As long as you haven't become a saint, they will attempt to assassinate you time and time again!"
"Until... the day you die!"
The voice of the Mist Saint Incarnation was as cold as frost.
"Hmph! Soon you will understand," Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
He indeed had a method.
