Luo Feng hadn't expected the opponent to covet his cultivation techniques. He remained calm and indifferent, saying, "I'll also give you a chance. Cripple your cultivation now and disappear from my sight."
Elder Hong furrowed his brow, an ice-cold glare flashing from his narrow eyes. He threatened grimly, "It seems I gave you too much credit. Since you're showing no appreciation, don't blame me for being ruthless. Once I kill you, your cultivation techniques will be mine!"
SWISH!
As his words fell, Elder Hong's hair and beard flew about him, his gaze fixed on Luo Feng as he struck with his sword.
SWISH!
The clouds silently parted, and a frigid Sword Qi, tens of meters long, formed an icy screen high in the sky, instantaneously appearing before Luo Feng.
Despite the sweeping, cold Sword Qi, Luo Feng maintained his composure. He gripped the handle of the Rage Flame Knife and struck back.
CRACK!
