Then, when the flying Immortal Sword was only a hair's breadth away from Lin Fei's throat, a gleam flashed in his eyes.
In the next instant, Lin Fei used two fingers of his right hand to strike at the incoming Immortal Sword.
Flesh against the Immortal Sword!
Is this madness?
Yunzhong Xiong, along with his dozen disciples and the Yang Pingting siblings within the array, were shocked by Lin Fei's actions.
However, upon seeing Lin Fei attempt to counter the Immortal Sword with mere fingers, a sinister gleam of satisfaction appeared in Yunzhong Xiong's eyes: This brat is too arrogant!
This Immortal Sword is unstoppable, even an Immortal Warrior of the first rank would lose fingers and an arm if they tried to counter it with their bare hands.
There's no way this Lin Fei could have the power to surpass an Immortal Warrior.
Yunzhong Xiong just wanted to see Lin Fei's fingers and arm severed, with blood flowing like a river—then killing Lin Fei would be much simpler.
