C12 A Bloody Battle

"What? Don't tell me that you didn't rely on any defensive magical equipment to withstand the attack of my Spatial Breaching Fist!" Lin Aotian looked at Ling Feng coldly. When he realized that the arrogant expression on his face was not an act, Lin Aotian asked in slight surprise.

"Hmph, I was wondering why you kept chasing after me, Lin Aotian. Let me tell you very responsibly, don't judge a gentleman by his own standards, he might not have any magical equipment, but he still has a life. I don't mind having another match with you!" He looked at Lin Aotian with a face full of ridicule. Ling Feng looked at him with extreme disdain, and his words were full of provocation.

"I think you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. You want me to fight you? Hmph! Ling Feng, you think too highly of yourself. Tang Feiyang, I'll leave Ling Feng to you. Today, I must see him die at my feet! " Lin Aotian's face turned ruthless. When he saw that Ling Feng was actually laughing at him, even though there was no one else around other than Tang Feiyang, Lin Aotian still felt embarrassed, so he ordered Tang Feiyang who was beside him.

Tang Feiyang frowned slightly. When he heard Lin Aotian calling his name directly and ordering him around, Tang Feiyang felt a little unhappy. No matter what, he was still a Golden Body Stage expert. According to Lin Aotian's strength, he should at least call him Senior Brother. However, at this moment, he did not show the slightest bit of respect. Even so, when he thought that he was Vast Heaven Sect's Young Sect Master, Tang Feiyang gritted his teeth and endured, forcefully swallowing this grievance.

He strode forward. At this moment, Tang Feiyang walked towards where Ling Feng stood with bloodshot eyes. When he was about ten meters away from Ling Feng, Tang Feiyang stopped. He did not hide the biting cold killing intent on his body. He looked at Ling Feng coldly and said,

"Ling Feng, this is your fate. No one can blame me. Die!"

Tang Feiyang was very straightforward. As soon as he finished his sentence, his entire body was like a bolt of lightning as he attacked Ling Feng's body like a shadow. The figure was so fast that Ling Feng couldn't even catch a glimpse of it. It made him feel as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, making him unable to move.

Ling Feng's body trembled slightly, and under the pressure of the Golden Body Stage warrior, Ling Feng finally realized that he was powerless in the face of death. He didn't even have the slightest chance to resist.

Even so, when he saw an illusory figure flash towards him, and it was accompanied by a destructive force that could make one's heart tremble, it was almost instinctual. Ling Feng gritted his teeth, shook his leaden feet, and tried his best to dodge to the side.

"Swoosh swoosh..."

A powerful fist wind brushed past his face like a sharp knife, and it was a close shave. Ling Feng luckily dodged Tang Feiyang's swift and fierce attack, but it wasn't over yet.

When Tang Feiyang realized that the attack he was so confident in had failed, his face turned ruthless. He immediately flew up and kicked Ling Feng squarely in the head. The moment he was hit, his entire body was like a kite with a broken string, powerlessly flying ten meters away. He then fiercely crashed into a large tree that was as thick as his waist, causing it to break at the waist.

"Crack..."

"Bang bang..."

Right now, everything was happening in an instant. In a trance, Ling Feng felt a dull pain in his chest, and his body felt as if it was being split into several pieces. The indescribable pain made him feel as if his heart was tearing and his lungs were tearing.

"Puchi..."

The moment he crashed into the big tree and fell to the ground, he could see blood essence gushing out of his mouth. His face was as white as a sheet of paper, and his body was curled up in a ball in pain. It was obvious that this time, he was heavily injured.

"Hmm? 'He's actually not dead?'" His face froze, and when he saw Ling Feng struggling on the ground after being hit by his full strength, Tang Feiyang was extremely shocked, as if he couldn't believe that all of this was real.

Of course, Tang Feiyang had absolute confidence in his attacks. When Lin Tianqi asked him to kill Ling Feng, a Level Nine Body Tempering expert, he was a bit unhappy. After all, killing someone whose cultivation was much weaker than his made him feel like he was using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, but he had no choice but to carry out the order of the chief elder.

However, at this moment, when he tried to attack Ling Feng with all his might but failed to kill him, he was shocked. At this moment, he couldn't even describe his complicated thoughts.

"Hmph, you still dare to say that you don't have a defensive treasure? Even so, you still won't die. Tang Feiyang, hurry up and beat him until he dies!" With a sinister expression, when he saw that Ling Feng didn't die under the attack of Tang Feiyang, who was at the Golden Body Stage, he became more and more berserk. His sharp killing intent was like a real blood mist that lingered around his body, making him look like a devil at this moment.