Why Are You Trying To Kill Me, Uncle Cao?

When he recovered himself, Fei Hong found that his neck was cut with an inch long, and blood was gurgling out.

"Who?" Fei Hong couldn't help but asked as he lost his face. If it weren't for this person's movements just a little bit slower, he guess he would be in death's throes by now.

No one spoke in the dense forest, and the dim sky made people feel depressed.

Fei Hong held titan thorne in his hand and looked around warily.

"Om—"

Suddenly, behind Fei Hong came the sound of sword slashing the air. Fei Hong snorted coldly, shook his figure, and avoided the long sword.

But then, he heard a sneer behind him, followed by a palm strike. "Ha, go to hell."

Fei Hong only felt the wind in this palm, like a knife behind him, and instantly remembered the man in black in the Wushan area.

"I want to see who you are." Fei Hong roared. He quickly formed the dragon palm, and his upper body soared. He turned and prepared to battle the person.