Truly Unable to Withstand a Single Blow

Yet a lingering sword shadow came slashing over, scaring the two men in midair so badly that they pissed themselves. Losing their balance, they crashed straight to the ground.

Meanwhile, Yi Feng was still chopping down Dog-head Soldiers.

Like slicing melons and vegetables.

Before long, he had finished off more than a hundred Dog-head Soldiers.

He clapped his hands and sighed.

But just now, it seemed he had seen humans?

He could not help looking in that direction.

The two who had fallen to the ground scrambled up and tried to flee again, only to find Yi Feng's gaze turning toward them. They froze like ice pillars, too terrified to move, trembling all over.

"Brother, brother, think of something, haaah, haaah..."

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking..."

"Have you thought of anything yet...?"

"I'm praying..."

"Brother, praying is useless. He's walking toward us..."

"Ah, I'm dead, I'm dead, I can't take it anymore, ah..."

Gou Da fell flat onto the ground, rolled his eyes back, and began lying utterly still.

Seeing this, Gou Er rolled his eyes back as well. Clutching his heart, he started convulsing. "Haaah, haaah, I can't take it either. I'm dead, I'm dead, ah..."

Yet the two playing dead lay on the ground, howling as they transmitted their voices, cursing furiously without pause.

"That dog bastard, what did us brothers ever do to provoke him?!"

"Exactly! Wherever we go, he follows us. Did we dig up his ancestral grave or something?!"

"That thousand-knives bastard, that heaven-damned, lightning-struck dog bastard! Demon, tyrant, utterly shameless, bullying the weak..."

"I curse him to have a son with no dick."

"I curse him to be a bachelor for the rest of his life."

While cursing him over and over in their hearts, they clenched their teeth and waited for death to descend.