Hei Teng deeply groaned as the intense pain was transmitted from his severed right elbow, his hair disheveled and hanging loosely around him. He pulled back at extreme speeds, raining down fresh red blood which dyed the grassy land below.
His determination forbade him from crying out but his eyes were incomparably frosty as he glared at Chu Feng with a bone-deep hatred and killing intent.
He had actually suffered such an outrageous loss—he had been continuously suppressed and even had one of his arms torn off by this unimpressive human—he could barely accept this truth.
Chu Feng was unperturbed by the chilling murderous intent. He didn’t even take it to heart at all. He duly took on his Xingyi Tiger Form and pounced as he said, "Where do you think you’re going?!"
His body was surrounded by intense murderous qi like a primordial tiger going in for the kill. He was like an unbeatable human-shaped demonic tiger as he launched a full frontal assault, poised to tear Hei Teng apart.
