"Thirteen!"
Seeing Fengmo Thirteen fall from mid-air, life and death unknown, Fengmo Rizang suddenly cried out in alarm, as if mourning the loss of a loved one.
Fengmo Thirteen was the most outstanding genius of the Fengmo Clan in centuries. If anything were to happen to him, it would be a huge blow to the Fengmo Clan.
"Rest assured, I didn't take his life, but he might have to lie in bed for a while."
Ling Chen said calmly.
"Kid, you're courting death!"
Fengmo Rizang was enraged, his feet struck the ground repeatedly as he flashed violently at Ling Chen. As he raised his palm and gathered his claws to attack Ling Chen, a giant eagle's phantom appeared above his head, a terrifying eagle claw fiercely ripping towards Ling Chen.
"Fengmo Rizang took matters into his own hands!"
