At this moment, Wan Ban was growing more and more afraid. He kept observing the situation, but the problem was that if he wanted to exert further effort, he couldn't leave anything behind. Whenever he won, Qin Feng always evaded and pulled the situation back.
"Emperor Qin, you certainly gave me something, but it's not enough!" Suddenly, Pan DaWeen drank and began to strengthen his attack. Clearly, he hadn't been defeating Qin Feng consistently, which cost him some longevity.
The brilliance of the wooden fence obviously began to intensify, and the swordsmanship became increasingly faster. Each set of sword technique was very powerful. Undoubtedly, the lower-level wooden feudal seniors were extremely strong. It was a wooden grudge.
