"It's now!" At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly said.
"Huh?" Situ Jing still looked confused.
But with that sound, the battle over there had already been decided.
"Ah!" With a tragic scream, the peak Junior Martial Saint was directly sent flying out.
Boom!
With another loud crash, the guy fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment.
In contrast, Feng Gu looked somewhat dissatisfied, feeling the fight was not enjoyable enough.
Indeed, Feng Gu felt he hadn't even warmed up properly before the fight was over.
"This guy's strength has surpassed the peak of a Junior Martial Saint? Did he really defeat a peak Junior Martial Saint? With the Realm of a Quasi-Martial Saint?"
"Damn! Jumped a whole level? Is this guy trying to defy the heavens?"
"This... this is too fierce, isn't it?"
"Where on earth did this guy come from?"
Seeing that Feng Gu really won in the end, many people were shocked and wore expressions of disbelief.
