In a single move, this man who was not from the Middle-level Plane was severely injured and lost all combat power.
At this moment, Chu Feng walked over holding the Mad Dragon Sword, looked at the man coldly, and said: "Many want to kill me, but no one born yet can do it!"
"Who... who exactly are you?"
The man stared at Chu Feng with wide eyes, disbelief in his gaze.
Clearly, this guy's power was nothing more than a trivial ant, yet he severely injured him with one sword stroke. It felt like a dream, something he could hardly believe.
Then, he focused his gaze on the Mad Dragon Sword in Chu Feng's hand.
"What kind of sword is this? Why does it have such immense power?"
The man said in a deep voice.
"You ask too many questions!"
"But I don't want to answer you!"
"Now, answer my question. Who are you? Why are you here?"
Chu Feng said directly, looking at him.
The man snorted coldly, his eyes still filled with disdain.
