Upon hearing this.
Wan Zusheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood-soaked Shen Feng, and coldly shouted, "Still talking tough at death's door, do you really think you can defeat me with your Nascent Soul Stage cultivation?"
"Disappear from this world!"
Even though Shen Feng had survived the ultimate slaughter just now, Wan Zusheng did not take him seriously at all. How powerful could a person at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage be?
Wan Zusheng's right palm struck out, and at that moment, the blood in his body boiled, emitting from him a scorchingly hot energy. A red light burst forth in the palm of his hand.
"Blood Flame Sky Extreme Palm!"
Immediately, a palm print over two meters in height abruptly appeared in the air, carrying an immensely destructive force as it smashed toward Shen Feng not far away.
This giant energy palm print, colored like blood, had blazing flames encircling its periphery.
