"Death? I can't even imagine how I would die." Ye Feng frowned but didn't concede defeat.
Seven-Star Sword Array!
At the same time, Ye Feng stealthily attacked with the Seven-Star Flying Sword and moved with an incredibly abnormal speed, giving the Ghost King no chance to strike.
"Useless!" However, the Ghost King sneered, waved his hand, and knocked the flying sword away.
This was the current strength of the Ghost King.
At the peak of Junior Martial God, it seemed he could annihilate Ye Feng with a mere wave, with terrifying power behind every gesture.
"Is this…is this the power of the peak of Junior Martial God?"
"Strong… damn strong, we can't possibly contend against that."
"With just a wave of his hand, I felt like I was about to be killed in an instant. What kind of devilish power is this?"
"You're lucky enough; a blink from him, and I felt like wetting myself."
