Sent staggering by Xu Zhi's palm strike, the middle-aged man could only endure Luo Feng's attack.
HISSS!
The cold blade glinted brilliantly in the night, then vanished in an instant.
The blood-red mist around the middle-aged man split open, and the blade left a deep wound on his arm, exposing the bone!
Xu Zhi looked at the wound on the middle-aged man's arm, his expression one of shock.
His full-strength punch hadn't broken through the man's defenses, yet Luo Feng had easily injured him. This gave Xu Zhi a new appreciation for Luo Feng's capabilities.
"Damned boy, I'm going to suck you dry of every last drop of vital blood! I'll turn you into my puppet, doomed for eternity!"
The middle-aged man's expression was savage, his blood-red eyes fixed firmly on Luo Feng. A peculiar power spread from his eyes as they glinted with crimson light. Simultaneously, he launched an aerial blood-red Palm Gang, enveloping Luo Feng.
