On the other side, Qing Fengzi hadn't made a move yet. To him, Yang Fan was insignificant; he avoided making a move whenever possible.
"Kid, I'll give you one last chance. Get lost now." Qing Fengzi looked at Yang Fan and said.
"Are you going senile, or are you suffering from dementia? Didn't you hear what I said? Duan Tianba, you should have died twenty-five years ago. Heaven let you live for another twenty-five years, but today is your end."
Qing Fengzi laughed heartily: "Just you?"
Yang Fan said nothing. His flickering figure transformed into a black shadow, leaping directly towards Qing Fengzi. In his hand, the Soul Eater was swift like lightning, a flash of red light. In an instant, the Soul Eater had reached directly in front of Qing Fengzi's forehead.
Just as it was about to pass through, Qing Fengzi leaped into the air, over six meters high. From above, he struck down with unmatched force, aiming straight for Yang Fan's forehead.
