"Kid! You actually dare kill my clan uncle, you've got some nerve!"
Druck's killing intent surged as he coldly locked eyes with Ling Feng and said in a chilling voice, "Remember my name, Druck! The one who will take your life is me!!"
The elite disciples from the Hall of Conquest felt a shiver run through their hearts.
With Ling Feng's strength, if he hadn't been targeted, he might have able to perform a great slaughter in the Hunting Battlefield. But now, being marked by a master like Druck, he probably has almost no chance of leaving alive.
After all, although the space within the Hunting Battlefield isn't small, in the end, everyone is destined to converge in the central dueling circle for the final slaughter. (PS: You know, like a battle royale.)
Yuwen Liang let out a cold laugh, yet the corner of his mouth revealed a hint of icy curvature.
