"Arrogant fool! When you die under my blade, you dog of a slave, you will understand regret!"
The voice was chilling. The sword light in Beiming's hand flickered with a sinister red glow. For this strike, he had used a vast amount of Elemental Power, and as he gazed at Lin Zifeng's throat, he could already envision the scene of his longsword piercing through Lin Zifeng's throat!
But Beiming might have been blinded by anger at the moment, forgetting that back at the northern market, Lin Zifeng's speed was worlds apart from his own!
"Whoosh..."
A breaking sound echoed as Lin Zifeng's figure vanished from the spot!
"Whoosh..."
The air surrounding Beiming was filled with the phantoms of Lin Zifeng's form. In Beiming's eyes, full of astonishment, he could still see the mocking smile lingering at the corner of Lin Zifeng's mouth on the afterimage!
"Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm!"
