After the intense battle, the once dilapidated tavern was now completely unrecognizable.
The four walls of the tavern were riddled with horrifying sword scars. The roof, punctured by a large hole, had collapsed into a pile of ruins.
Amidst the devastation, Luo Feng's table remained untouched. Even the dishes upon it hadn't shifted in the slightest, as if existing in a separate world.
"Don't kill me!"
Underneath the table, the waiter clutched his head, his entire body trembling.
Qin Honglie's piercing gaze fell upon Luo Feng. His eyes narrowed slightly, emitting an intimidating light as he licked his lips and said, "I didn't expect two fish to slip through the net!"
WHOOSH!
With a flick of his ghost-headed sharp sword, Qin Honglie advanced step by step, a chilling killing intent radiating from him.
