บท 884: Don't Confront Him

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the surface of the sea, shining on Han Fei's face and making him look like a god of war walking out of golden light.

Han Fei smiled. "Except for the two of you, can the remaining withstand a single blow of mine?"

He put on the Feather Suit of Wind and put away the Blood-Drinking Knife, grinning. "Come on, let's fight for 3,000 rounds."

The sea demons frowned when they saw Han Fei put away the knife. Why does this guy not even use a weapon?

BAM!

Han Fei stomped on the seawater and pounced at the two captains. On his fist, golden light surged, and terrifying power poured out.

"Go to hell..."

"Sea King Strike."

Boom Boom Boom!!!

Han Fei didn't choose to fight in the sky, although that would be better for him because he wanted to make the greatest use of these whetstones.

For a time, above the sea, golden light shone.