For a moment, Ke Qinghong was wholly consumed by a fierce killing intent, which continued to climb. He was like an unsheathed sharp sword, exuding a chilling aura that pierced to the bone!
Despite sensing the change in Ke Qinghong, Jue Tian remained utterly unafraid, appearing rather calm: "You're forcing me, what can you do to me?"
As soon as Jue Tian's voice fell, Ke Qinghong didn't say anything further, and like a leopard, he swiftly charged towards Jue Tian.
"Whoosh!"
Almost in a flash, Ke Qinghong appeared directly in front of Jue Tian, his hands like tiger claws, reaching straight for Jue Tian's neck.
"Hiss..."
With one grasp, the air in front of them shattered, the terrifying gale and the cold north wind mixed together, roaring towards Jue Tian.
Facing Ke Qinghong's fierce strike, Jue Tian was not intimidated in the slightest. He immediately raised his right hand, deflecting Ke Qinghong's right claw aside.
