Ouyang Chengfeng could never have imagined that he would die by the sword of the young man before him!
His body severed in two, Ouyang Chengfeng's face was full of shock and regret, regretting that he had not dared to provoke this youth, regretting that he should have killed him with a single palm strike three months before, rather than giving him those three months of respite.
All his pride and dreams shattered in that moment, utterly obliterated.
Those in the spectator stands were jolted by the sight of Ouyang Chengfeng falling to the ground, speechless with astonishment.
The once-proclaimed top talent of Qinglin Academy, Ouyang Chengfeng, had met his demise just like this.
Lin Feng stood among the crowd in the spectator stands, his face now ashen.