Soon, the law enforcers noticed something was wrong with Feng Ming. Although his power was partly suppressed by the bracelet, even if he was reduced to the Earth-level Realm, he shouldn't be this disheveled.
Feeling restless, he pondered for a few seconds and then said to his companion, "It's about time. I think we should resort to Plan B."
"Yes, sir!" they responded.
At this moment, inside Room One.
Feng Ming gradually switched from being the aggressor to being on the defensive, the constantly rotating sword made him feel as if it was wielded by a master.
Every move carried Sword Intent.
His body was crisscrossed with wounds, although his power was restrained, it shouldn't be restrained to such an extent!
Could it be that this sword's rank was extremely high?
Feng Ming realized something was wrong and hurriedly prepared to retreat, but how could he retreat from such a place?
With a "bang", the iron gate was directly closed by Ren Feifan.
"Sacred Sword, hold this guy back!"
