C240 Thunder Eight Stages Falling

"Hey, Old Pang, guess who's behind you?" Feng Yixiu called out, playfully slapping the back of the Pang Family Patriarch.

The Patriarch whirled around, dagger in hand, ready to slash at Feng Yixiu's throat. But to Feng Yixiu, the man's movements were laughably slow. His spiritual energy had long surpassed the second rank, rendering him untouchable by such sluggish attacks