Exchanging less than ten blows, Ling Han knocked away the sanguine saber from Feng Wei Qi, and placed the sword on his neck. He laughed mischievously, and said, "Now can we talk?"
"If you want to kill, then kill!" Feng Wei Qi actually didn't show any sign of fear. He looked coldly at Ling Han. "But, you'll also die soon!"
"Oh, could you possibly know how to cast curses?" Ling Han said with a smile. If Feng Wei Qi really had a treasure like the Bottle of Curse, he might have some scruples.
"My son is a Spiritual Infant Tier elite, and a peak stage Spiritual Infant Tier at that!" Feng Wei Qi laughed loudly. "When you kill me, he'll immediately sense it, and no matter where you hide, he'll find you and kill you!"
