"Very well. You really have no respect for the Blood Sect. I'll remember you. Give me your name, if you have the guts."
Fan Ling fixed his cold, sinister gaze on Ling Feng like a venomous snake poised to strike.
There were few people here whom his Blood Sect dared not offend. Although Ling Feng was mysterious, Fan Ling had sensed no danger from him.
Especially since Ling Feng was alone and sounded young, Fan Ling had dared to challenge him.
Little did he know that Ling Feng had deliberately reined himself in, concealing his true power.
Once that power erupted, there would be no stopping it.
Fan Ling had no idea that what he was squeezing was not a soft persimmon, but an iron plate he could never hope to kick through!
Yet Ling Feng completely ignored his provocation. He did not even spare Fan Ling a proper glance, instantly igniting the fury in Fan Ling's heart.
Fan Ling was arrogant to his core, but he had never expected Ling Feng to be even more arrogant.
Feeling that his pride had been trampled and his dignity stripped away, Fan Ling's heart filled with rage. He shouted at Ling Feng again, "So you're just a coward who doesn't even dare give his name. Whoever you are, you won't leave Black Seal City today."
Fan Ling made no attempt to conceal his killing intent. Yet the instant he met Ling Feng's gaze, his expression froze.
"Gulp..."
Those blood-red eyes were as cold and bloodthirsty as a ferocious beast's. One look sent a chill through Fan Ling, stiffening his expression and making him swallow involuntarily.
Suddenly, something flashed across Fan Ling's vision, and Ling Feng vanished. A sense of danger surged through him. Before he could react, a large foot slammed against