Under the assault of the Zhenyuan Stone, Qin Feng was forced back again and again, his heart filled with both shock and rage.
He had no idea what grade this small, black, mountain-like Profound Treasure was, but it made his hands tremble uncontrollably. His blood roiled in his veins, and he felt an urge to cough up blood.
'How does this kid have so many treasures? This Profound Treasure must be at least Tier Seven... But the key is, he's just a Tier Five Martial Sect. How is he able to refine and wield it?'
Qin Feng was both shocked and immensely frustrated. He never would have imagined before he attacked that Ye Xuan would force him into such a sorry state.
"You think you're the only one with treasures?"
CLANG!
As he retreated, Qin Feng roared in fury. A pair of menacing, fiery-red gauntlets suddenly appeared on his hands.
