C896 Seventh Stage of the Spirit Altar - Myriad Long Wind

Dian Feng stood behind Cyan Robed Divine Buddhist, his sword horizontally across his neck. It was just like how Dian Feng treated "Zhang Le" right after he killed the Armored Tiger.

"You just said, you're just an ant?" Dian Feng stuck close to the back of the Cyan Robed Divine Buddhist and laughed coldly, "Then right now, you are only an ant in my hands