At this moment, Leng Jian looked at his master and felt a surge of guilt and heartache. All of this started because of him; it was he who implicated the sect, turning his master into such a state. However, what Leng Jian hated the most was Ding Fan. If it weren't for Ding Fan's existence, he and his master wouldn't have ended up like this.
Leng Jian gazed at Ding Fan, his heart filled with hatred, yet he felt an overwhelming powerlessness, as if he couldn't muster any strength. There was no way; the power displayed by the opponent was simply too overwhelming. Clearly, it's not something that an ordinary cultivator could contend with.
Even compared to him, there was too large a gap. Wanting to kill the opponent was not an easy task. At the same time, Leng Jian made up his mind, no matter what, he would kill the opponent. If he couldn't attack head-on, then he would strike from the flank. Since he couldn't kill him openly, he'd do it secretly!
