Feng Wuchen has arrived.
"Brother Feng?"
"Feng... Feng Wuchen?"
Seeing the newcomer, Han Ling and Lu Xuanyang were stunned, unable to believe that Feng Wuchen would suddenly appear at the most critical moment.
Is this a dream?
Isn't Feng Wuchen at the Heaven's Dao Holy Temple? How could he be here?
It's not a dream, it's real; Feng Wuchen has indeed arrived.
What shocked them even more was that Feng Wuchen could hit the young man, who wasn't aware of it at all.
Isn't Feng Wuchen a One-star Saint King?
How does he possess such terrifying speed?
Could Feng Wuchen be hiding his cultivation?
"Who are you?" The young man asked coldly, his sinister gaze fixed on Feng Wuchen.
He had never seen Feng Wuchen before, only heard his name from Han Ling and Lu Xuanyang.
He couldn't discern Feng Wuchen's cultivation level, and coupled with Feng Wuchen's earlier attack, he concluded that Feng Wuchen's strength surpassed his own.
The young man didn't dare make a rash move.
