The skinny old man was so scared that his soul almost left his body.
He had never encountered such a strange and unpredictable blade technique.
"Hehehehe, brat, you're dead for sure. I'm a Beyond A grade, so how can i be defeated by an ant like you?"
The scrawny old man laughed hideously again. His body twisted and became blurry. He had actually shifted his position in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His body was like a ghost, constantly changing into different forms.
Ye Feng slashed down again and again, but he could only hit a phantom. He could not lock onto his true position.
"Haha, I've already warned you that the threat of this sword is a hundred times stronger than myself!"
"Brat, I've already injected my poison into your body. Now, no matter how strong you are, you won't be able to escape death!"
"Kekeke, die!"
"Go to h*ll!"
