Three-colored Thunderbolt

The Sky-Flame Saint Son turned his body and looked at Qingfeng Li coldly. He then said, "I never expected this. It has only been a few months since I last saw you, and you became a middle-grade saint already? It is impressive that you can fight now, but no matter how strong you are, you will die today."

Qingfeng Li smiled and said calmly, "Once, a guy named the Vast Sky Saint Son said that to me too, but I already killed him. If I remember correctly, he is your cousin right?"

The Sky-Flame Saint Son's face changed, and a flash of rage appeared in his eyes. He then said, "You are looking for your own death, how dare you to kill my cousin!"

Qingfeng Li looked at the Sky-Flame Saint Son and said coldly, "Your cousin's dead, and it's your turn now."

Qingfeng Li initiated an attack again. He took a step forward with his right feet and created a giant and deep hole on the Fallen Immortal Arena with one stomp.