"It's too late for you to regret now."
Jingtian Yan sneered fearlessly: "Gu Chenfeng, this young master won't give you any opportunity. How strong can your power be when you're gravely injured?"
The words fell.
Jingtian Yan's figure suddenly appeared behind Gu Chenfeng, moving faster than Gu Chenfeng's neural reactions.
None of those observing the battle were aware.
"Gu Chenfeng, this young master has been waiting for this moment for a long time. Not personally killing you won't relieve the hate in my heart." Jingtian Yan sneered arrogantly, adopting a winning posture.
"Is that so?" Gu Chenfeng glanced over his shoulder.
But by the time Gu Chenfeng looked, Jingtian Yan's figure had mysteriously vanished.
When Jingtian Yan appeared again, he was already on Gu Chenfeng's right side, his right hand clasping Gu Chenfeng's throat like lightning.
"Brother Feng!"
"Young Master Feng!"
"Old Ancestor!"
