Looking at the calm Li Feng, whose aura was slowly growing heavier and more oppressive, the bulky man swallowed hard.
His earlier rage twisted into a desperate fear.
"What are you all waiting for !?" he roared. "He's just a single man....gang up on him !"
The disciples, still shaken by the sudden destruction of their comrade's arms and the shattering of their swords, hesitated.
But they also knew that staying still wouldn't make the situation any better either.
Then—
Two demonic disciples suddenly rushed forward, one swinging a blade crackling with red qi, the other holding a spear emitting faint sparks.
Li Feng's calm gaze never wavered as he saw the two coming at him.
The sword wielder shouted, "Flame Fang Strike!"
A wave of red fire qi shot from the sword, cutting through the air like a blade of fire.
But at this attack, Li Feng's hand flicked almost lazily, as if brushing away a fly.
CLANG!
His fingers caught the blade mid-air.
The metal bent backward with a shriek.
