Elder Bei Feng looked at Ye Tian, heavily injured, and stepped forward with arrogance, saying, "Ye Tian, why do you bother standing up? Against my 'perfect strike,' how can you stand any chance? You might as well fall early to spare yourself from unnecessary pain, don't you think?"
Elder Bei Feng's words were filled with indifference, as he completely disregarded the severely injured Ye Tian.
Ye Tian, however, gave a slight smile and said, "This so-called 'perfect strike,' is nothing special!"
Though his body staggered and he could barely stand, Ye Tian's words remained sharp, uncompromising in this regard!
"You…"
Indeed, Elder Bei Feng was enraged by Ye Tian's provocation, and upon seeing Ye Tian's shaky appearance, he felt pleased.
"Ye Tian, since you wish for an ugly death, I'll gladly fulfill that! The reason why 'perfect strike' is perfect is something you haven't fully experienced, right? Then let's have you feel my 'perfect strike' once more with your body!"
