Seven streams of Flame Saber Qi transformed into streaks of light. As if they had eyes, they split into seven directions, twisting towards Lin Feng with intent to kill.
The air, scorched by the searing temperature, began to distort severely, blurring one's vision.
Faced with this move, Lin Feng did not retreat but advanced. He left behind an afterimage as his figure, swift to the extreme, weaved through the Saber Qi like a gust of wind or a bolt of lightning.
Lin Feng successfully evaded five streaks of Saber Qi, and with both fists thrusting out, he shattered the remaining two.
"What? Such incredible speed!"
Xiang Bo was shocked and terrified; he had never encountered a Great Martial Master who possessed such speed.
"Your strength is nothing more than this!"
Lin Feng sneered disdainfully, "You're ready to descend to hell!"
Before the words faded, Lin Feng threw another punch.
"Tiger Roar Dragon Fist—Dragon Roams the World!"
