Ling Han has done a great merit

"No…"

Ma Feng released a roar of fury, his black locks fluttering wildly. He looked like a lion that was raging.

Flames of fury were spitting from his eyes. He only had one son, and this son was also very outstanding. It was not impossible that his son would be able to surpass himself in the future.

Yet, his son had been killed right in front of him.

He wanted to kill! He wanted to kill! He wanted to kill!

"Don't think you're going to die so easily. I will make you suffer an epoch's worth of torture before I finally crush you to bits!" Ma Feng roared furiously. He attacked in his anger, wanting to take Ling Han down.

"Hehe, in your dreams." Ling Han stepped forwards without fear.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two elites with Pseudo-Heavenly-Venerable-Tier battle prowess exchanged blows, and this instantly caused excessive destruction.

"Let's take this battle into the skies!" Ling Han shot up into the skies first.