"Chen Feng, I know you are Chen Feng's son, so I will show you mercy. But do not celebrate too soon. Your father is already dead. I will not give you a second chance. Today, I must kill you!"
Liu Yun said coldly.
Chen Feng frowned, cursing inwardly.
That bastard Liu Yun actually wanted to seize this chance to get rid of him. It seemed he had already guessed his relationship with Chen Feng. That was rather interesting.
Yet Chen Feng did not care.
Because he knew that Chen Feng's father, Chen Feng, was a Sword Saint of his generation, with extraordinary strength. No one in the Liu Family was his match. Moreover, Chen Feng's father possessed an immortal artifact. In his hands, such an artifact would be even more terrifying!
A teasing smile rose at the corner of Chen Feng's lips.
"I would like to see whether your Liu Family can still do anything to me today."
Chen Feng sneered repeatedly, speaking without the slightest fear.
"Arrogant! Truly arrogant! I would like to see what you will have left to be arrogant about after Chen Feng dies!"
With a fierce shout, Liu Yun moved like Ghostly Charm and appeared before Chen Feng. The sword in his hand carried fierce sword qi as it slashed toward Chen Feng's neck.
The longsword in Liu Yun's hand was a top-grade Spiritual Treasure. With one swing, it stirred up waves of icy sword qi that coiled toward Chen Feng like a venomous serpent.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Rings of flaming radiance spread from Chen Feng's body and collided with Liu Yun's sword, erupting with crisp metallic clangs. Sparks scattered everywhere, bursting into balls of blazing fire that forced the surrounding spectators to retreat.
The aftershocks of their battle even plowed a deep pit into