C7 It Was Not too Late to Take Revenge!!

"Tsk tsk, what a waste of space. When I say crawl, you crawl."

Wang Jian was thoroughly pleased with Wang Feng's response, laughing heartily with an expression of extreme arrogance and dominance.

The cronies behind Wang Jian followed suit, doubling over with laughter as they stood behind their leader, taunting Wang Feng.

Wang Feng advanced towards Wang Jian with deliberate steps, his presence subdued. Perhaps due to the Celestial Nine Revolution Technique, his murderous intent was concealed within, not yet unleashed. However, a discerning observer would notice the lethal intent lurking in his eyes.

Finally, Wang Feng stood face to face with Wang Jian, barely a foot separating them, nearly close enough to touch. Their heights were similar, with Wang Feng just a smidgen shorter than Wang Jian. But most notably, Wang Feng was more attractive.

"Oh! What's the matter, can't handle it? I told you to crawl, and you obeyed! Did you hear me? You're nothing but trash."

Wang Feng looked up at the overbearing Wang Jian with a playful smile and asked, "Do you really think you can make me crawl?"

Ha! With a smug grin, Wang Jian tapped his sword against Wang Feng's cheek, leaving a resounding smack and two bloody marks. Narrowing his eyes, Wang Feng chuckled, "Scared? Not a chance! You, my friend, are nothing but trash!"

Saying this, Wang Feng appeared ready to kneel, crouching down with his eyes fixed on Wang Jian, who looked on with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Whoosh! It was as if a gust of wind had just swept past Wang Jian and his flunkies, oblivious to the imminent danger.

A scream pierced the air as Wang Jian found himself drenched in blood, his lower body a gory mess.

The blood wouldn't stop flowing. Enraged, Wang Jian drew his treasured sword from his waist and bellowed: