Unfortunately, after Xin Wuming asked that question, he could no longer obtain an answer. The vitality in his eyes quickly faded away, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a lifeless corpse.
"Do you four still want me to hand over the treasures?"
Lin Feng's gaze shifted, looking at Feng Xiu, Ji Xuehan, and the other two.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!
Almost simultaneously, the four of them retreated, each pulling back hundreds of meters.
All four had extremely solemn expressions on their faces, their eyes fixed intently on Lin Feng, silent and unspoken. Xin Wuming being killed by a single sword strike made this group, who thought of themselves as unbeatable amongst the younger generation of Yan South, feel a hint of fear.
In that instant just now, they felt that the True Yuan and blood within their bodies were out of control!
This person is a monster! This person is bizarre!
"Hahaha!"
