The rustling of turning pages put immense pressure on Lin Feng as he stood there.
Ouyang was merely standing there casually leafing through a book, yet he gave Lin Feng the illusion of waiting for Death to pronounce his sentence.
I can't win. I have to run! I have to run! Lin Feng screamed inwardly, but his feet seemed rooted to the ground. He could not move at all.
He had obtained this body only after great difficulty. Lin Feng could not bear to abandon it just like that!
As long as he had enough time, he would surely ascend to that supreme realm!
But!
Why!
Why wouldn't they give him time!
Even just seven days would be enough for him to become a Great Cultivator of the Soul Departure stage!
Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Ouyang before him, his venomous, hate-filled gaze almost forming tangible lines that stabbed toward Ouyang.
Ouyang naturally sensed Lin Feng's almost tangible gaze. He raised his head to look at Lin Feng and laughed disdainfully. "What? Want to bite me?"
Lin Feng lunged toward Ouyang like a phantom. With a flip of his hand, three long purple needles appeared in his palm, and he flung them at Ouyang first.
Ouyang tilted his head slightly, dodging the three silver needles. Too slow. Although he was only at the Qi Refining Stage, Lin Feng's cultivation had also been suppressed to the Qi Refining Stage.
Against attacks at the same Qi Refining Stage, Ouyang, who had been stuck at that stage for years, could even declare that he could take on ten at once.
But the three devil needles were merely bait. The instant Ouyang tilted his head to dodge them, Lin Feng closed in, his right hand covered in black devil markings