"Corpse Ghost Taoist, do you really think that the current me is still the Luo Feng of two months ago, who you could manipulate at will?"
Luo Feng looked at the Corpse Ghost Taoist and walked forward step by step, his piercing gaze even brighter than the Emperor Yan's Sky-breaking Saber in his hand.
The Corpse Ghost Taoist was taken aback, facing Luo Feng's gaze, for a brief moment, he even felt a trace of fear.
I would be afraid of this brat!
With a cold snort, the Corpse Ghost Taoist dismissed this ridiculous thought, anger swelling in his heart, his True Yuan began to surge like flowing water, and he said coldly:
"Such grandstanding! Kid, I was merely testing you earlier. Those I want to kill have never remained alive in this world, and you will be no exception. Corpse Wind Blood Tablet Palm!"
With a loud shout, the Corpse Ghost Taoist's eyes shot out a compelling blood-red light, and he struck out with his palm.
