C2911 The True Means of the Immortal Realm

Feng Zhentian's sneer was cold as he observed Nangong Wudi, whose composure was slipping into panic.

Nangong Wudi's heart raced with unease. He hadn't anticipated Feng Zhentian's formidable strength, nor his reckless disregard for his own life.

Without the Chaos Divine Sword, Feng Zhentian might have shown some hesitation.

The sword in Feng Zhentian's grasp shimmered with icy beams