"Oh? You can still clearly see the difference in our strength, not bad, it seems I have underestimated you," Liu Mou said self-deprecatingly.
Zhao Feng smiled faintly, bent his body slightly, and said self-deprecatingly, "This time, I think this is as far as I need to go. If we continue fighting, I'm just on a path to death. Rather than that, I'd rather enhance my cultivation and come back another day to take your life. By then, my chances of winning might increase a bit."
"I think, you probably won't have that chance."
"What?" Zhao Feng was startled and suddenly felt a shimmering silver spear piercing through his chest. Slowly, he lifted his head in disbelief and looked at the empty space in front of him.
