Watching the five men approach, Luo Feng sneered.
All five of them had cultivation at the Eighth Layer of the Hell Realm. Judging by the Yuan Qi fluctuations around them, two were mid-stage Eighth Layer Hell Realm martial artists, while the remaining three were early-stage martial artists of the same level.
"The Sword Heart Golden Scale Fruit is indeed in my hands. If you want it, come and take it yourself. I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"
Hands clasped behind his back, Luo Feng gazed at the five men. He stood like a treasured blade, its sharp aura exposed and seemingly invincible.
"You've chosen the hard way! Kill him!"
The shortest martial artist, who was closest to Luo Feng, his eyes turning cold, snorted. He brandished his red-tasseled spear, unleashing vigorous Gang Qi. Layers of spear shadows formed, crashing down on Luo Feng like a massive wave.
Luo Feng didn't draw the Tiger Soul Saber; these men were simply not worthy of it.
CRACK!
