"Yang Zhen!"
Ling Feng grabbed Yang Zhen by the lapel, lifting him high, and said coldly, "You, once a Heavenly Kill Ten Extremes, held a noble position, but today's outcome is entirely your own doing. You can't blame others!"
Yang Zhen coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and laughed forlornly, "Victory goes to the king and defeat to the bandit. Ling Feng, today you won. However, it doesn't mean you have the right... cough, cough, the right to lecture me!"
"Lecture you? Are you even worthy?"
Ling Feng raised his gaze, staring at Yang Zhen. Taking a deep breath, he finally shook his head, merely shattering his dantian with a palm, turning him into a total waste, but did not directly kill him.
On his shoulders, he carries the lives of many senior and junior brothers. Today, sparing him isn't charity; his fate should be decided together by the disciples of the Hall of Conquest!
"You... you actually destroyed my cultivation!"
