It was as though a lance shower that reeked of blood had descended.
“Die!!” Feng Xiluo laughed wildly in a loud voice. He was convinced that just the explosion from the Moon of the Phoenix was already enough to leave Yun Che barely alive, as well as destroy all of his profound energy defense. And the following lances of flame, would bore countless see-through holes on his body, violently killing him on the spot.
Originally, he didn’t plan to kill Yun Che; after all, this was the arena of Seven Nation Ranking Tournament, and he was in the front of the Seven Nations and Sacred Grounds. Killing one’s opponent was likely to invite denunciation, and there even would be unnecessary trouble. But killing Yun Che was the order that Feng Hengkong personally sound-transmitted to him, so naturally he would act to kill without any qualms.
“B… Boss!!”
Ling Jie’s pupils constricted in fear, his legs trembled non-stop. Looking on helplessly as Yun Che was engulfed by the burst flame moon, then being pierced right after by countless terrifying lance beams… Under this kind of frightening attack, even ten lives would entirely wither away.
“…This is really… too scary, Yun Che ought to have… thoroughly died, right?”
“You don’t say! If he still isn’t dead even from this, I’ll walk backwards from now on.”
“Sigh, a waste of a peerless genius outside of Divine Phoenix Empire, but he just had to…”