"Brother Lin, you come from the countryside and are quite rough around the edges. I hope you won't hold it against him."
"Thirteen, why aren't you apologizing to Brother Lin yet?"
Thirteen's expression was unpredictable, shifting between light and dark.
But in the end, his respect for Feng Sha overcame his strong sense of pride.
He cupped his hands and said, "It was Thirteen's fault. I hope Your Highness will be magnanimous."
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, and his sword energy surged forth!
"you--"
His thirteen eyes were bulging as if they were about to burst.
"You don't know what's good for you!"
He raised his spear and no longer held back.
"Soul-Devouring Spear Technique!"
Jingle bells!
After a loud clang of metal striking metal, Thirteen was secretly alarmed.
"What a heavy sword! I consider myself a semi-physical cultivator, with few rivals in strength. This kid looks so weak, how come his strength is even more terrifying than mine?!"
He gritted his teeth and desperately resisted the fierce sword energy.
Lin Feng stood in mid-air, his expression unchanged.
“Sect Leader Feng, an apology should be sincere. I don’t think this thirteenth brother is very willing to apologize to me.”
"You've offended His Highness, and while you may escape death, you're not immune to punishment. How about I teach this disobedient little dog a lesson for you?"
Feng Sha did not reply.
This divine son's power is more terrifying than he imagined!
Before long, Thirteen could no longer hold on and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground weakly.
Lin Feng sheathed his sword.
"Your Highness, please."
Feng Sha's voice was no longer as relaxed as before.
Lin Feng chuckled lightly, swept past the half-dead Thirteen, and entered Tianfeng City.
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