Hearing Chu Feng's words, Jin Enhui's face changed as well.
If Chu Feng really killed her, then everything would have come to nothing.
Chu Feng advanced step by step, and the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense.
Jin Yu's eyes narrowed; he somewhat hoped that Chu Feng would make a move. Wu Di was also watching; although he had been used by others, he had his own plans at heart.
As Chu Feng continued to advance, Jin Enhui's body also began to tremble slightly, though she masked it well.
Whoosh!
Just as Chu Feng was approaching, from the shadow behind Jin Enhui, a slender figure suddenly burst out.
The figure was so fast it seemed as if Jin Enhui's shadow had leapt out.
The incident occurred too quickly; neither Wu Di nor Jin Yu could react in time.
This slender figure, like a sharp blade, chopped a palm strike directly at Chu Feng's chest.
The speed was too fast, definitely too swift for an ordinary person to react to.
