"Manager, am I qualified now?" After winning, Ye Feng smiled as he sheathed his long sword and asked.
"Qu...qualified." The manager hadn't expected that Ye Feng's realm was not high, yet his strength was so terrifying, so he hurriedly nodded in acknowledgment.
"Go to hell!" The Seventh Transformation Martial Saint couldn't handle the humiliation and, taking advantage of Ye Feng's moment of inattention, rushed at him with a knife.
"Watch out!" Seeing this, the manager quickly issued a warning.
"Hmph!" However, the Seventh Transformation Martial Saint's action was already detected by Ye Feng. With a cold snort, Ye Feng vanished from his original spot.
Ye Feng, who vanished from his original spot, instantly appeared beside the Seventh Transformation Martial Saint.
Whew!
Ye Feng's movements were swift, slicing towards the Seventh Transformation Martial Saint's hand with one sword, severing all five fingers.
