"I see....Then there is no need to waste any more words with you."
Li Feng's voice was ice cold as he withdrew his fist as a thin trail of blood dripped from his knuckle could be seen.
Yet inside, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise.
Li Feng had struck with the intent to blow this man head clean off...and yet this guy had actually manage to tank his punch.
'This guy body is strangely tough...' he thought inwardly.
Yan Moxuan staggered back half a step, as his cheek already cave in from the attack.
But surprisingly, he didn't seem offended by the attack at all.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a low, dangerous laugh.
"... Interesting."
He cracked his neck, the sharp sound echoing like breaking bones.
His eyes glowed with a cruel red light as demonic qi surged around him like black flames.
"What's your name?"
Li Feng didn't answer.
