Si Changfeng listened to Li Feng's mockery, and felt utterly embarrassed.
How could he, a dignified Grandmaster with countless kills, be schooled by a youngster?
"Old man doesn't know how to kill?"
"When I was killing, you weren't even born."
Si Changfeng's eyes flickered, and a beam of cold light shot from his sleeve, aiming straight at Li Feng.
Li Feng raised his hand, pinching the sword blade with two fingers, and had no choice but to let go of Si Changfeng's calf, retreating to relieve the force.
Si Changfeng looked at Li Feng coldly.
"Youngster, aren't you afraid of the wind cutting your tongue, daring to teach an old man how to kill?"
Li Feng snorted, without any useless chatter, raised his hand with a surgical knife flying between his fingers, stepped forward, and the knife slashed directly at Si Changfeng's wrist artery.
Si Changfeng's eyes narrowed, and he had to release the sword caught by Li Feng, retreating backwards.
"Finger Knife."
