Hearing Luo Qingliu's words, Xu Zimo smiled indifferently and said, "Then I'll be waiting for your Undead Race."
Luo Qingliu snorted coldly and retreated to the side with Luo Qingxue and the others.
The might of the Saint Meridian Realm enveloped Luo Changfeng's body as his scarlet eyes fixed on Xu Zimo.
His right foot drew back slightly, while his left foot stepped half a pace forward.
He charged straight at Xu Zimo.
Scarlet spiritual energy swirled around his fist, while the mark on his forehead shone without cease.
In but an instant, he appeared before Xu Zimo.
His fist smashed heavily into Xu Zimo's body.
With a boom, a wave of air spread outward from the two of them.
Luo Changfeng stared blankly at his fist. In that instant, he had only felt as though he had struck an incomparably hard piece of raw iron.
"Undying Body?" Xu Zimo chuckled. "Have you had enough fun?"
"You..." Luo Changfeng's heart pounded wildly. He wanted to say something, but the words seemed lodged in his throat, and he did not know what to say.
Xu Zimo grabbed him by the neck and slowly lifted Luo Changfeng into the air.
"How could this be..." he said with difficulty.
"How could the gap be so vast?" Xu Zimo smiled.
"I originally wanted to play with you for a while, but I'm no longer interested in a child's tricks."
"Are you going to kill me?" Luo Changfeng asked.
"Your True Martial Sacred Sect may be strong, but surely you do not wish to become enemies with the Divine Sun Sacred Sect and my Undead Race."
"Are you threatening me?" Xu Zimo asked with narrowed eyes.
"No. I merely want to know what fate awaits me," Luo Changfeng said with a bitter smile.
His heart