"Die for me!"
Elder Can Jian stared intently at Ling Feng. Not far beneath his feet lay the corpse of Di Jingtian, whose blood was flowing, pooling into puddles.
That crimson blood was fueling Elder Can Jian's endless killing intent!
The surrounding Asking Immortal Sect Disciples changed color in fright, one after another. The terrifying aura of killing intent that enveloped Elder Can Jian was almost tangible, far beyond anything these juniors had ever witnessed.
They retreated time and again!
The disciples of Asking Immortal Sect were trembling uncontrollably, one could only imagine what immense pressure Ling Feng was facing directly under Elder Can Jian's killing intent.
However, from beginning to end, Ling Feng showed not a hint of fear; instead, he provocatively looked at Elder Can Jian and hooked his finger, "Old coot, cut the crap. If you're brave enough, slaughter me!"
"Die!"
Sword Qi swept through, wind gusts shooting in all directions!
