"Alright, this is the place."
Qin Feng took a stroll around the back mountain, picked out the location, and returned.
Meanwhile, the battle outside was also nearing its end.
Xiao Wu had already been knocked unconscious, while Xiao San was unleashing all sorts of hidden weapons on Zhao Wuji.
Qin Feng merely watched quietly from the side.
The more miserably Zhao Wuji beat up Xiao San and the others now, the more excitement Qin Feng would give Zhao Wuji tonight.
"Damn it, what a little porcupine!"
Zhao Wuji unleashed one of his skills, blasting Tang San away in an instant.
At that moment, a golden needle appeared in Tang San's hand.
In the next instant, he seized the opportunity and sent it shooting through the air. With a whoosh, it pierced Zhao Wuji's body.
"Tang San is that strong?"
Dai Mubai's eyes were filled with disbelief.
If Tang San had used this move when they fought yesterday, Dai Mubai probably would not even be able to get out of bed now. Even Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji had been beaten into such a state.
"You little porcupine, I'm definitely going to teach you a lesson today!"
With a face full of fury, Zhao Wuji endured the intense pain like a roaring lion and unleashed his Second Soul Skill, Vajra Palm.
He had no idea what that little porcupine had stabbed into his body, but it felt as though his body were being torn apart. He had to teach this little porcupine a lesson, or else he would never be able to vent the hatred in his heart!
Yet he never expected that at this moment, a small black hammer would appear in Tang San's hand and come crashing down at Zhao Wuji.
"What can such a tiny hammer do to