Three years ago, a group of mysterious people annihilated the Ye family. He survived by luck but was thrown into prison, where by chance, he became the disciple of five masters...
Three years...
"You!!!" Tian Can was shocked.
"Didn't you notice? Your dragon-slaying halberd is useless against me!"
"If it can't unleash its original power, what's the difference between it and a piece of scrap metal!"
Ye Feng's smile seemed particularly eerie to Tian Can.
"die!"
Rumble!
A fist rapidly magnified in Tian Can's eyes, and he seemed to see dragon scales sprouting from Ye Feng's arm.
In a state of profound shock, the dragon claw pierced straight through Tian Can's chest.
Tear!
The night wind tore Tiancan's body in two!
Xie Wumu, standing some distance away, was so shocked that he was speechless.
"Now, only you are left!"
"I can also give you a chance to live!"
"Take me to my mother!" Ye Feng commanded Xie Wumu.
A deep sense of humiliation suddenly rose in Xie Wumu's heart!
"Night Wind! Don't be so arrogant!"
Xie Wumu charged straight at Ye Feng like a mad dog.
He was certain that the night wind could no longer exert that terrifying power, which was why he acted so recklessly.
"I won't shed a tear until I see the coffin!" Ye Feng's dantian spun wildly, and all his spiritual power surged into his palm.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the sword in Ye Feng's hand burst into light once again.
What... what exactly is going on?
Why! ! !
Why can this kid still unleash that kind of attack?!
"This sword stone is better off gone!" Night Wind made a desperate gamble.
"Xie Wumu, die!"
As the terrifying sword energy descended, Xie Wumu had no desire to fight and turned to flee frantically.
ah!
But before he could escape even a few dozen meters, a blinding sword light descended upon him.
terror, resentment, despair!
Countless emotions flooded Xie Wumu's mind.