Seeing Duanmu Chunqiu finally fall to the ground, barely clinging to life, Jiang Feng shook his head and sighed.
Can this be called a tiger falling on flat terrain? At most, it's just lifting a stone to smash his own foot.
But remembering back to his time in the Capital City, Jiang had already heard of Duanmu Chunqiu's name. Even then, he was elusive, working with his elder brother Duanmu Mian, one in the shadows and one in the light, painstakingly supporting the Duanmu Family.
This could be considered the twilight of a hero, ending in such a desolate fate.
Jiang Feng shook his head again and stepped towards Duanmu Chunqiu.
As Duanmu Chunqiu felt Jiang Feng closing in on him, he struggled to get up, but he really had no strength left.
He truly was at death's door, like an oil lamp with no oil left.
"Duanmu Chunqiu, do you have anything to say now?" Jiang Feng approached Duanmu Chunqiu, squatted down, and asked with a mocking smile.
