Chu Feng’s delicate face was filled with anger and his body was trembling slightly. This was naturally not fear but a burst of anger.
Under his feet, half of the Manchurian Tiger’s body was twisted and his bones were broken. His flesh and blood lay limply on the ground like mud. It was too miserable.
Chu Feng hurriedly put it away and was once again shaken by a divine king. The Manchurian Tiger didn’t even have blood and mud left, only ashes.
“Kill!”Chu Feng lightly shouted. He held a reincarnation earth in his palm. There was even a black wooden spear in the middle, but it was only as long as a chopstick.
However, this contained his boundless killing intent. He wanted to kill the Martial Madman’s descendant on the spot and get rid of this terrifying divine king who was practicing the seven deaths body.
“Eh? !”