"I'm going all out!"
Feng Xing's gaze abruptly hardened. The Ancient Peng lowered its head again, intending to swallow the Supreme-Grade Wind Runes as well.
"Shut up!"
Lin Xuan's voice suddenly rang out.
Feng Xing's heart contracted to the limit.
His eyes widened, disbelief flashing within them.
He could not believe that the voice he had just heard had come from ahead of him.
"When...?"
The thought flashed through Feng Xing's mind.
Lin Xuan's figure had already solidified, standing directly before Feng Xing.
Then Lin Xuan raised his hand. Fist Palm Essence erupted as surging power gathered.
Feng Xing clearly felt someone seize him by the throat. A wave of Profound Cold Power he had never experienced before violently swept through his body and soul.
His power froze. His blood, flesh, and consciousness rapidly lost all feeling as well.
The Ancient Peng's lowered figure abruptly stiffened, its feathers covered in white frost.
With a crack, the Ancient Peng's figure shattered outright, turning into ice blossoms that filled the sky.
Darkness gradually swallowed Feng Xing's vision, his consciousness slowly fading away amid the frost.
"Your... speed... is..."
He asked in a trembling voice, but before he could finish a single sentence, his consciousness had already sunk into eternal darkness.
Crack!
Another shattering sound rang out. Feng Xing's body broke apart like the Ancient Peng's figure, becoming ice blossoms that were scattered by the fierce astral winds.
Lin Xuan frowned deeply. "As expected, all the Law Runes he swallowed have disappeared."
"It seems that in the future, members of the Feng Family must be struck down like thunder. I can't let them use that kind of power to escape."
Lin Xuan warned himself inwardly.
This time, he had slain twelve members of the Tiangang Disha Guard, plus Feng Xing—thirteen people in total,