Lin Xuan's sword had threatened his life; had it not been for his armor, he would have been gravely injured by now.
He had always regarded Lin Xuan as an ant, yet now, this ant was actually capable of hurting him!
He tore off his clothes to reveal the armor beneath.
He was ready to settle the account with Lin Xuan but found that his opponent wasn't even looking at him, instead desperately trying to subdue the sword-shaped treasure.
This made him feel an urge to vomit blood.
"Ah—"
Brother Feng roared up to the heavens, his aura erupting like a mountain torrent.
Right hand holding the sword, left hand performing the Mountain Suppressing Hand, surrounded by Spiritual Power armor, he charged forward rapidly.
Boom!
Sword Light crisscrossed, as a mountain bore down; Brother Feng demonstrated his formidable strength, attacking Lin Xuan.