"After all these years, this is the first time I have heard such an eerie request," Chen Fei's eyelids lifted slightly as he looked at Fu Zhao.
"What are you waiting for then, come on, hit me!"
Fu Zhao laughed wildly, his booming voice turning into sound waves that spread in all Eight Directions.
Hua Zhichun and Kuang Xingfeng's faces suddenly turned pale, the injuries that had been suppressed within their bodies were unexpectedly triggered in an instant.
Especially for Kuang Xingfeng, whose cultivation was already a level lower than everyone present and who was also gravely injured, he found it even harder to bear.
"As you wish!"
Chen Fei took a step back with his right foot. Where the sole of his shoe touched, a series of fine ripples fanned out, and Chen Fei himself disappeared, reappearing in front of Fu Zhao when he surfaced again.
"Buzz!"
