This finger strike was like a lightning bolt slashing across the sky, like a waterfall cascading from a thousand feet high.
The momentum was astonishing, the prestige unparalleled.
At that moment, it was as if a mountain was collapsing, an ocean overturning, targeting Chen Feng's head for an attack.
Once hit, it was without a doubt that Chen Feng's head would instantly burst open like a flower.
Chen Feng stared at the aggressive finger strike, his brows furrowing.
Currently, Mu Xiangnan's momentum was at its peak; facing him head-on was obviously not a wise choice.
Although he might not necessarily lose, he would certainly have to pay a certain price, and could very likely get injured as a result.
Thus, to win, he must outwit him.
With this in mind, Chen Feng's eyes shifted slightly.
In this critical moment, a strategy came to mind.
So, Chen Feng intentionally put on a very fearful expression, then turned to flee.
Seeing Chen Feng fleeing in panic.
