Liu Yufeng's heart was pounding.
He felt the aura of danger approaching him.
If he didn't escape, he would definitely die.
It was this intuition that allowed him to survive countless battles.
In a flash of thought.
Liu Yufeng abandoned his robe and fled.
He dashed straight towards the bottom of the stage.
As he escaped to the bottom of the stage, the air beside him exploded violently.
A mushroom cloud rose slowly.
A moment later, the mushroom cloud dispersed.
Li Dao bowed to Liu Yufeng below the stage and said, "Senior brother, I admit defeat."
Liu Yufeng's face was deathly pale.
If he hadn't run just now, he would probably be dead.
His gaze was fixed on Li Dao, whom he used to disdain to even glance at.
When did this person become so powerful?
To think that I, Liu Yufeng, would be defeated by such a waste.
His expression was very unpleasant; he flicked his long sleeves and left, looking embarrassed.
"Liu Yufeng, you're really a coward."
