Ye Feng knew very well in his heart, after so much time had passed, how could this Ghost Cultivator not have some cards up his sleeve?
Indeed, during this period, the Ghost Cultivator had not used his trump cards. To defeat Ye Feng, he must have prepared several cards.
But until now, he hadn't used them even once.
"So, you're feeling quite proud?" At this moment, the Ghost Cultivator laughed.
"I've said it before, no one can insult Mr. Ye, come and meet your death." Old Gong declared arrogantly.
In his view, Ye Feng had mentored him, and he could tolerate insults directed at himself, but if anyone dared to insult Ye Feng, he would fight them to the death.
His life was dedicated to protecting Ye Feng.
"Quite arrogant, but you know nothing of my strength." The Ghost Cultivator chuckled.
At that moment, the Ghost Cultivator began to gather his strength, and his aura shifted dramatically.
Dark Soul Assault!
