Zang Jianfeng, looking utterly disheveled as he frantically patted out the flames on his body, emerged covered in soot and char, and his injuries were not light.
"Chu Feng, you bastard, detestable, really too detestable!"
Zang Jianfeng, in a fury, glared at Chu Feng, sword in hand, eager to fight Chu Feng to the death.
"Come and try if you dare! Let me make one thing clear, this is a death wish of your own seeking, no one else to blame. If I kill you, I bear no guilt; it's you who have courted death. Even the Sect rules can't punish me."
Chu Feng sneered coldly, reached out his hand, and produced another Second Grade Flame Burst Pill.
To others, this thing was exceedingly valuable, but for Chu Feng, it was dirt cheap. Just like firecrackers to a child, he could grab a handful without a second thought, feeling no pinches to his wallet.
Even though Zang Jianfeng was a True Disciple, he was still out of his depth trying to gamble with his life against Chu Feng.
