Blood is still continuously dripping.
"Haha, hahaha!"
Shi Feng, drenched in blood from head to toe, seemed like an evil ghost emerging from hell. Yet at this moment, he was arrogantly laughing towards the sky.
As if the wounds on his body were not his own.
"Laugh? That Jian Feng, he's still laughing!"
"Could it really be as he said, that Lingxiao Ancestor's Lingxiao Fulong Palm truly can't claim his life?"
"It seems so! Earlier, I thought this evil demon was just speaking nonsense, but now, with these injuries, he has yet to die. Moreover, listening to his laughter, it doesn't sound like he's dying at all!"
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"Evil beast! Ah!" In the night sky, Yuann Yao heard the arrogant laughter and saw the evil demon below still alive after the Lingxiao Fulong Palm, then let out an angry roar.
That boy's words and laughter were simply provoking Yuann Yao!
