Wrong Posture
Editor: Atlas Studios
A meat wall suddenly rose from the ground and blocked all three of their attacks.
"Heh, don't be so anxious." Feng Mingxi's voice sounded from behind the meat wall, "It's not easy for an old friend to meet. I still want to chat with you more. Although I might still have to kill you in a while, it's a good pastime to let you chat with me before you die, right?"
"I'm not interested." Chu Nan shook his head again and slapped out again. He activated the Meat Grinder Divine Technique that had been modified according to the energy fluctuation he had detected and blasted open this layer of flesh. This palm had already arrived in front of Feng Mingxi.
However, Feng Mingxi did not even look up. He seemed to have casually raised his right hand and pressed his palm on Chu Nan's chest.
Boom!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!