Tap, tap, tap!
Clear footsteps echoed through the Underground Secret Chamber.
Feng Zi watched Feng Yanning's bedraggled state with a beaming face, unable to suppress a smug smile.
"Feng Yanning, your fate was sealed the moment you stepped into this formation. Surrender quietly, and I can still give you a quick death."
"This place doesn't just have the formation's power. It's also filled with the countless poison powders and liquids I laid down. Feng Yanning, you wouldn't want to die without even looking human anymore, would you? Look at the wounds on your hands. In less than half an hour, those wounds exposed to the toxins will show you the agony of dying as ten thousand ants devour your heart."
Feng Zi laughed with delight.
After being suppressed by Feng Yanning for so many years, he had finally turned the tables. Of course he was delighted.
He longed to watch Feng Yanning's guts rot away before his eyes, little by little, until he became a heap of rotten flesh.
Feng Zi was enjoying the thought.
Suddenly...
Crack!
Feng Yanning swung his sword again, deflecting the incoming wind blades, and that sharp crack came from the longsword in his hand.
A crack had appeared in the blade, once as clear and lustrous as autumn water.
The longsword that had accompanied Feng Yanning for so many years was about to shatter.
Heart aching, Feng Yanning immediately withdrew his sword. He could not even bear to throw it away, instead returning the cracked longsword to his Storage Bracelet.
Feng Zi shook his head repeatedly at the sight.
At a time like this, he still had the leisure to mourn a sword.
"The Feng Family actually chose a fool like this as its patriarch."
Feng Zi shook his head indignantly.
"Without your longsword, Feng