The machete fell freely, brushing past Zhang Shengli's pant leg and leaving a shallow cut on his thigh.
Although this wound was not as harsh as the one on his calf, it was terrifying.
If he had moved a bit slower just now, this blade might have pierced a hole in his thigh.
Zhang Shengli thought, then looked at Li Feng, cursing inwardly.
"Looks like you're lucky. This slash should have severed your femoral artery, but it missed by a hair."
Li Feng bent down, pulled the machete from the ground, and held it mid-air once more.
Zhang Shengli, watching Li Feng's actions, felt a wave of fear wash over him.
"Wait."
"I truly can't contact the Heavenly Master. Although I'm a disciple of the protector, I've been with the Longevity Sect for several years but only see the Heavenly Master from afar once a year."
"Heavenly Master Lin has been in seclusion these years. Besides the Junior Heavenly Master and a few direct disciples of Lin, only the protector can contact him."
