Sword Formation, Rise!

Initially, being relentlessly pursued by Lu Zhichun, this matter had only happened a few days ago, and Chen Fei still had a vivid memory of it. Now that he had the opportunity for revenge, Chen Fei naturally wouldn't let such a chance slip away.

Lu Zhichun received no response from Chen Fei. His teeth clenched tightly, grinding against each other, creating a harsh sound.

"What's your price? What would it take for you to be willing to spare me? As long as I can do it, I won't refuse!" Lu Zhichun continued to shout loudly.

"May I borrow your life for a moment?" Chen Fei's voice echoed softly.

"You're pushing your luck! Do you really think you've already won?"

Lu Zhichun shouted in anger, his expression somewhat ferocious, saying, "I just don't want both of us to suffer defeat, lest others benefit. If you continue to press me, we might end up destroying each other, and I won't let you off easily!"