"Alright, Sect Master Feng, now that I've told you this secret, I believe it won't be long before you can cultivate an Immortal Body."
Ye Xuan said with a smile.
"You're courting death."
Feng Wuheng's expression changed drastically. Even now, this reckless Ye Xuan dared to speak so arrogantly, simply courting death.
Feng Wuheng directly used the Wind Control Technique, with a violent gust as sharp as a blade, slicing fiercely at Ye Xuan's body, rendering him a bloody mess.
But even so, he still couldn't kill Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan was in extreme pain, yet from his mouth came continuous cold laughter.
"Haha... Feng Wuheng, your mother is dead."
Ye Xuan laughed loudly.
It was only then that Ouyang Chuchen and the others realized what Ye Xuan had just said to Feng Wuheng.
Your mother is dead!
This curse was really unrivaled.
