Facing the Third Commander's fatal punch, the Spirit King, who had nowhere to run, strangely calmed down.
With a smile on his face, he stared at Chu Feng indifferently.
His sinister eyes made one's hair stand on end.
However, Chu Feng acted as if nothing had happened. He also grinned.
You laugh, I laugh.
Who didn't know how to laugh?
Those who didn't know better would think that you had won.
What are you pretending for?
If you have the ability, think of a way to turn the tables. If you don't, admit defeat obediently. You're still too inexperienced to play tricks with me.
To such a mysterious fellow, Chu Feng had always only said one sentence… Be good, stop pretending. Get lost!
With a loud bang!
Under the iron fist of the Third Commander, the Spirit King's will body turned to ashes and returned to nothingness.