The two old men saw this Feng Monarch from Ling-Bao Hall rushing up to his enemy. It seemed they could see that he would fell back to the floor with wounds all over his body, and his head would become six billion money, piling up like a mountain!
"Hmm. We forgot to tell our man not to destroy Feng Zhiling’s face. We need to prove his identity. Well, I guess he must have known such an important thing. Surely…" Ji Mengzhan showed a cold and vicious smile and said.
However, he hadn’t finished his talk when he was stopped.
The next moment, his eyeballs seemed to pop out from his narrow eyes.
Under their watch, Feng Monarch suddenly speeded up when he rushed out half way to Wu Fei!
- Shoot! - He became a black whirlwind!
Wu Fei, who was stepping in the air, was rushing down on him directly!
A giant blade lotus bloomed thoroughly! The petals were shining vicious glow. When the petals closed up, it killed!
At this moment, the lotus petals were starting to close up.