"Luo He, how did you cultivate your physical body? I can be sure you haven't cultivated the Primordial Bloodline, yet how is your physical body stronger than mine?" the City Lord of Desert Wind City asked while getting beaten, still managing to inquire.
"Don't waste your effort. It seems I get injured again and again, but actually, I haven't spent a drop of Divine Power," said the City Lord of Desert Wind City as he was getting hit, "I can't fight you, but the vitality of the Primordial Bloodline is beyond your imagination."
Luo Feng stopped, nodded, and said, "Your physical body is indeed very resilient."
As he spoke, a giant Bloodshadow Knife suddenly appeared in Luo Feng's right hand out of thin air.
"A knife?" The City Lord of Desert Wind still didn't care.
"Slash!"
Luo Feng, holding the City Lord of Desert Wind by the throat in his left hand, casually tossed him aside, while at the same time, his right hand had already swung the knife!