Before the words were finished, Xiluo suddenly launched an attack, kicking up a gust of wind underfoot and fiercely kicking at Lin Zifeng.
With keen senses, how could he not detect this kick? Lin Zifeng forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and subtly shifted to the right, causing Xiluo's kick to miss.
Just now, Lin Zifeng's dodge seemed ordinary, but the speed involved in his movement technique was known only to him.
The sudden kick of a Sub-Saint Realm Seventh Layer was extremely fast; while Lin Zifeng avoided it, he had to feign being inadvertently kicked by Xiluo.
Though not kicked solidly, a gust of wind brushed past Lin Zifeng's abdomen, tearing a gap in his clothes.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
Retreating several steps backward, Lin Zifeng stopped himself, only to find his previously relaxed hands now clenched tightly, veins bulging.
Had Xiluo's kick been solid, had it been directed at an ordinary person, their internal organs would have been shattered into pieces!
