บท 3918: Injured

"Big Brother Feng is about to make his move."

"Ha, this brat is asking for a beating. It's time to teach him a good lesson."

"Hehe, he's in big trouble now. With Big Brother Feng's abilities, once he makes a move, that guy can only be beaten."

The white-robed man and the others said one after another. Only the tall beauty was more reserved, and did not speak.

As he spoke, Feng Jixing had already come close enough. His aura was burning to the extreme, as if he was about to break through the threshold of Cauldron Forging Tier and break through to the Core Formation Tier.

In truth, his battle prowess was indeed only slightly inferior to the Core Formation Tier.

Ling Han remained calm and unruffled. He retracted his legs and stood there, with his pants rolled up to his knees. His feet were bare, and he didn't look like a supreme prodigy at all.