The gray-clad elder froze slightly, surprised that Ren Feifan still had the strength to retaliate at this moment. He sneered coldly and refrained from continuing his torture. Instead, he mocked, "Kid, if you kneel down now and lick my shoes, I might consider sparing you. This is your only way out."
Looking at Ren Feifan's battered appearance, the disdain on the elder's lips grew more pronounced.
Ren Feifan, hearing such an insult, no longer cared about Lin Langtian. He roared furiously, "Sword, come!"
In the blink of an eye, a black flash streaked through the air, and the Ancient Dust Sword landed firmly in his hand!
"You want me to kneel and lick? Lick your damn feet!"
Ren Feifan's anger exploded, cursing harshly. At the same time, he raised the Ancient Dust Sword, closed his eyes, and channeled the True Qi within his Dantian with full strength. Tattoos on his body surged to life!
A golden dragon coiled around him!
Suddenly, the sword moved!
