Kneel and beg for mercy?
Die a swift death?
Are you sure Feng Wuchen's brain hasn't malfunctioned?
Doesn't Feng Wuchen know who he's talking to?
Lord Youming's ghostly face sneered even more, dismissively saying, "Lord Feng, I am not an Alchemist. Even if you have certain tricks, they won't affect me. Not even the ancient powerhouse Dantong frightens me. You can call him to try."
"Where does this old guy's confidence come from? He definitely can't be a match for Dantong," Feng Wuchen wondered.
Let alone one Youming ghost, even ten wouldn't be a match for Dantong.
But this fearless, confident attitude of Lord Youming, what does it signify?
There's only one answer: a stronger powerhouse is present!
"Could someone from the Holy Realm truly be here?" This thought flashed through Feng Wuchen's mind, becoming more plausible the longer he pondered.
After all, aside from the Holy Realm, no one can stand against Dantong.
