Hearing Luo Qingliu's words, Xu Zimei smiled nonchalantly and said, "Then I'll be waiting for your Undying Race."
Luo Qingliu snorted coldly, and then retreated to the side with Luo Qingsnow and the other two.
Surrounding Luo Changfeng, the might of the Saint Vein Realm loomed, and his sanguine eyes stared at Xu Zimei.
He slightly bent his right leg backward and stepped half a pace forward with his left.
He charged straight at Xu Zimei.
The fists in his hands were engulfed in a red glow of Spiritual Energy, and the mark on his forehead flashed continuously.
In just an instant, he appeared in front of Xu Zimei.
He heavily smashed his fist onto Xu Zimei's body.
With a "bang", a wave of air spread out from the center of the two, permeating the surroundings.
Luo Changfeng stared in shock at his own fist; at that moment, it felt to him as if he had smashed it onto an extremely hard piece of iron.
