"Zhongtian Tie, you were looking for me?" a bantering sneer came from behind.
Zhongtian's face turned ghastly. He immediately turned to look, and was surprised to see Qingfeng Li standing behind him with a disdainful look.
"You, you, you…how did you manage to move?" Zhongtian's expression froze and he barely managed to stutter the words out.
Physical movement was impossible under the restrictions of the grandmaster territory. Every martial warrior knows that, but how did Qingfeng's body move?
"I've told you, I will cut off your head." Qingfeng smiled coldly, but with the intention to kill in his eyes.
With a flip of Qingfeng's wrists, the red fiery sword whipped out, as if a streak of red lightning tore through the wind, and striking down in front of Zhongtian.
Slash!