"You talk too much."
Gu Chenfeng sneered coldly, "Killing you is too easy, as simple as squashing an ant."
"This... this is your... real speed..." The leading man struggled to utter a few words before falling.
At this moment.
The leading man regretted it to his very core.
He couldn't believe that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenager had power that reached such a monstrous level.
This had already surpassed his realm of understanding.
He couldn't believe that Gu Chenfeng actually dared to kill him.
If he had known Gu Chenfeng's real power, comparable to the Late Stage of Mahayana, he wouldn't have dared to attack even with ten thousand guts.
A sword to the throat.
The leading man's aura disappeared almost instantly.
Of course.
The death of the flesh does not mean the death of the Primordial Spirit.
