Menacing murderous aura surged from Chu Feng. His furrowed brows and dark eyes gleamed furiously like the flames from hell, filled with strong killing intent.
He wanted nothing more than to kill Wei Tiansheng immediately. He had held back for far too long. After saving Uncle Ming, it was about time to settle the scores with these few people.
"Flying spear!" Xi signaled.
Chu Feng grasped on the signal. The flying spear was a saint weapon that was materialized from the spaceship. The azure weapon was densely laced with runes and possessed unparalleled sharpness.
"Uncle Ming, you must be well!" Chu Feng uttered under his breath, hoping for the safe return of Uncle Ming's head. He gritted his teeth and hurled the spear out from the ship.
"Wei Tiansheng, I will let you live for a while longer!" Chu Feng growled as he suppressed his fury when he noticed the intervention of the quasi-saint, trying to stop Uncle Ming.