The young Taoist’s originally delicate face had completely collapsed. It could be said that his face was ashen. That small appearance truly showed that he had nothing left to live for.
He cried out loudly, wanting to fight Chu Feng to the death.
Following which, it was as if he had suffered a heart attack. He clutched his chest and cried out in pain. His steps were unsteady and his body staggered. He almost fell to the ground.
He was like an old dragon clock. He couldn’t stand properly and was flustered and exasperated. He wanted to fight Chu Feng to the death.
The Little Vermillion Bird was dumbstruck. She felt strange as she looked at the father and son.
The crippled heavenly venerate was also quite speechless. This father and son pair were truly strange. He had seen a devilish brat but had never seen such a devilish father.
“Son, you must be strong!”Chu Feng supported the little Daoist with a “Solemn”expression. He was encouraging and encouraging him.
