When Zhou Chenglong and Zhou Dewang entered, they were surprised to find a young man leaning against the wall smoking.
The young man lifted his head, his sharp eyes scanning them for a few seconds before he spoke languidly, "I've smoked two cigarettes, and you're just now arriving."
Upon seeing the young man's face, a fierce killing intent burst from Zhou Chenglong. He let out three cold laughs, "Fortune does favor me indeed. Ren Feifan, I originally intended to spare you for a few more days, but I've changed my mind. Today is your day of death!"
Ren Feifan's eyes narrowed slightly as he threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out before slowly approaching Zhou Chenglong, "If I remember correctly, you've wanted to kill me many times before, but unfortunately, you've failed every time. Your cultivation seems to be stuck at..."
Suddenly, Ren Feifan's expression changed slightly because he found himself unable to see through the other's cultivation level.
