Seeing these seven people charging at him, Lin Feng didn't even bother to stand up, remaining seated, but Lin Feng had, in fact, become angry. A cold glare flashed through the corner of his eyes. He originally didn't want to bother with these people, but now that they had actually struck first, how could he not respond? Relying on these seven cultivators daring to attack him was truly seeking death. Since that was the case, how could he possibly just let these seven continue to leap about wildly?
Thinking this, Lin Feng no longer cared about holding back. No one knew when, but a deck of poker cards suddenly appeared in his hand, already unwrapped, which he played with dexterously. The poker cards seemed to come to life in Lin Feng's hands, flipping and flying about, like a paper dragon swirling around his hands.
Poker cards!
Are you kidding?
Using poker cards to defend against them?
Had Lin Feng gone mad? How could that be possible!
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