There was an added trace of murderous aura, and a trace of satiation.
His demeanor made it almost instantly clear; he was no longer a man of Pure Cultivation.
Jiang Song was about to dole out some mocking remarks.
Feng Yu's eyelids lifted, sweeping over Jiang Song.
Staring at him for a long moment, his thin lips parted
"That day in Guan Ning Valley, were you the one called Jiang Song standing below the stage?"
Jiang Song did not answer, instead, he shot back sarcastically,
"A young genius, our Immortal Venerable Feng, to think for a demon, living neither as a human nor a ghost. What right do you people have to criticize me?"
Feng Yu's eyes were deep,
"I am not here to criticize you."
Red veins flooded Jiang Song's eyes as he utterly disbelieved.
Then he heard Feng Yu's next sentence,
"I am here to kill you."
As his words fell, the Water Light Ice Blade whooshed from nowhere, and stab!
A sword pierced through Jiang Song's chest.
