"Do you know the cost of betraying me!"
Boom!
A sudden gust of wind arose, the black robe fluttered lightly in the breeze, and the man lifted his cold, proud eyes, hoarsely asking.
"Woman, go quickly!"
Feng Jingtian's expression changed, and he pushed Mu Ruyue out: "Leave this place quickly! I'll hold him off!"
As he finished, he raised his hand to take out a Great Sword, the red robe flashing as he charged at Bei Jun with utmost speed.
Bei Jun slightly narrowed his eyes, merely standing still, and the momentum appeared with astonishing pressure pressing towards Feng Jingtian...
"Feng Jingtian, do you think you could be my match?"
He laughed, a laugh so cruel, like a Netherworld Envoy from hell, as if he could reap lives with a mere gesture...
Boom!
The force from Bei Jun hit Feng Jingtian's chest, and he immediately spat a mouthful of blood, his steps sliding back several meters, crashing to the ground on one knee.
