However, the Ye Qingfeng he saw still hadn't moved an inch.
Just like before, when encountering a Bengal Spiny Cat.
"All talk and no action, doesn't even know to dodge!"
In his heart, Song Yun couldn't help but complain.
However, in Ye Qingfeng's eyes.
Hong Qian was like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.
He had no interest in even making a move to kill him, let alone feeling threatened.
In fact, Ye Qingfeng hadn't even drawn his sword.
But instead clasped his fingers together.
Spiritual power enveloped his sword fingers.
The pair of sword fingers appeared like a divine sword.
Suddenly struck forward.
Thrusting towards Hong Qian.
Originally, Hong Qian thought Ye Qingfeng in front of him was a lamb to the slaughter.
But who would have guessed, the sudden surge of Ye Qingfeng's aura.
Was like an opened bloody maw.
