Lin Feng felt a surge of emotions as he heard Ye Wudao's words.
An archery skill that could kill a demon monk in one second was actually the weakest in his eyes!
How strong must his swordsmanship be?
Although Lin Feng kept a low profile, he was extremely proud of himself. However, at this moment, a wry smile of helplessness appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He had to admit it!
In this world, there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens!
"I lost," Lin Feng said, as he walked despondently towards the arena.
"The winner of the third round, King of Slaughter!" Long Mountain declared.
The audience was silent!
One of Ye Wudao's supporters suddenly stood up, screaming excitedly, "King of Slaughter is so cool!"
That one sentence instantly ignited the flame in the entire venue!
"King of Slaughter!"
"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter!"
