C1645 His Life Was Hanging by a Thread

"Pfft."

"Feng."

Feng Zhentian's body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, tracing a gruesome arc as his blood painted the sky.

"Master!"

In an instant, Xuan Lilong and Xuan Laihu dashed to his side.

A cold voice echoed through the hall, "Hmph, such insolence towards the Great Grand Elder deserves this fate. Xuan Lilong, Xuan Laihu