Watching Zhang Feng rise to his feet again, Qin Feng's expression turned incomparably grim.
This was a fight to the death. His own condition was not much better.
If this fellow truly fought him to the death, then even if he won in the end, he would no longer have the strength to flee.
This was a dead end—a certain death trap.
Thinking this, he could not help looking toward the distant sky, at that blood-colored figure.
The waves of aura emanating from it made his heart palpitate.
Beneath it lay a massive corpse—the corpse of Wang Mingyang.
Once that one was finished, he too would have no path but death.
For a moment, a trace of madness flashed through Qin Feng's eyes.
"Ancestors of the Bamboo People, forgive Little Feng. Little Feng can no longer show you filial devotion. In the next life, Little Feng will surely protect you well."
Qin Feng thought silently, then slowly drew the long blade at his waist.
"Today, one of us must die."
After speaking, Qin Feng transformed into a streak of blade light and charged at Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng naturally welcomed him without hesitation. At this moment, he directly burned his bloodline.
The burning of his bloodline granted him overwhelming strength for a short time, and his aura even surpassed that of a True Immortal at one point.
Now that they were fighting to the death, even if he had to burn away his life, he would kill Qin Feng, seize a place on the Genius Ranking, and prove himself to his clan.
I, Zhang Feng, am no trash.
For a moment, two overwhelmingly powerful auras collided. The commotion from their battle even forced Shuang'er, who was holding Luo Yao in the distance, to retreat again and again.
Such powerful auras.