The Gu'e Mountain Saintess, Gu Yan, retreated in fear, and seeing her in such a state, the cold smile on Shi Feng's face grew even colder.
Shi Feng would not feel any sympathy for this wretched person just because she looked a bit pitiable at this moment, nor would he spare her.
He had once promised her that he would make her experience true torment, worse than death.
Shi Feng had always been a man of his word. He said it, so he would do it!
As Gu Yan retreated, Shi Feng's figure flashed quickly and pursued her.
Soon, that blood-colored figure carrying a coffin appeared in front of the Saintess Gu Yan.
"You! Don't come any closer to me!" Facing Shi Feng who appeared in front of her, Gu Yan said to him.
At this moment, her voice even carried a tone of pleading.
The Saintess Gu Yan actually spoke in such a tone.
Upon hearing Gu Yan's words, Shi Feng remained indifferent. His left hand formed a Sword Finger, and he stabbed it toward Gu Yan's Dantian.
