"You'll regret it, you'll surely die a terrible death."
"Even if I die, eighteen years later I'll be a hero again. Just wait, I'll surely take revenge on you."
As Ye Feng continued to torment his opponent, the old man began to shout loudly. He thought that once his suffering reached an extreme, he would depart this world, and even Ye Feng wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
"Go ahead and curse, you have plenty of time, no rush." Hearing the old man's cursing, Ye Feng smiled and didn't take it to heart.
Ye Feng had heard such words too many times and was already numb to them. So he didn't take them seriously, only thinking that such people were somewhat pathetic.
Indeed, such a person not only had to endure their torment, but also belonged to the kind of pitiful wretch who couldn't live or die.
Falling into Ye Feng's hands made dying extremely difficult. It's safe to say it was an essentially impossible thing.
