BOOM...
A golden streak fell from the sky, compressing the air within a radius of ten zhang into a transparent crystal ball, causing the ground beneath to sink gradually.
The imminent sense of crisis made every hair on Luo Feng's back stand on end.
WHOOSH!
Pushing the Teng Dragon's Step to its limit, Luo Feng transformed into a series of afterimages, darting forward to evade the area covered by the golden streak.
"Your Qinggong is decent, but sadly, it's just a futile struggle! Die!"
Duanmu Xiong sneered, flicking his large sleeve, and the golden streak suddenly accelerated, bearing down on Luo Feng.
Damn it!
Feeling the approaching strong wind, Luo Feng was filled with horror.
The Gang Qi of an Eighth-Level Hell Realm Martial Artist could not be controlled once it left the body.
A Ninth-Level Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artist, however, was different.
