C642 The Great Art of Killing

The night sky was dotted with only a few stars, and a gentle breeze caressed his face.

The master and his disciple left the room, seeking out a secluded spot.

Luo Feng stood in the clearing, with the Old Madman positioned a hundred meters away.

With his hands clasped behind his back, the Old Madman spoke gravely, "You've just unlocked the eighth rank pulse point