Opposite Zhang Xiaoshan, Chen Fenglei sat paralyzed on the ground, his face full of horror.
He never expected that this time, instead of squeezing a soft persimmon, he kicked an iron plate!
He slumped on the ground, bleeding continuously from his seven orifices.
After shaking his head with a bitter smile, he also looked at Zhang Xiaoshan and said:
"Had I known you were that young Great Grandmaster, how could I dare be disrespectful to you?"
After Chen Fenglei spoke, he turned his gaze towards Pei Wuji in the distance.
"Brother Pei, I regret so much!"
"I regret not listening to your advice!"
"Pfft!"
With those words, Chen Fenglei spewed another mouthful of blood.
Then his head drooped, and he sat on the deck, motionless, completely out of breath.
A once awe-inspiring Divine Realm Expert, who had been rampant overseas for nearly thirty years.
One careless move, and he perished here, truly a cause for lamentation and sighs.
"Sigh..."
