Ren Feng stood in the alley, his expression impossibly serene.
"You've been following me for so long, and yet you still won't reveal yourself?"
As Ren Feng's words fell, a strange, eerie voice emerged.
"Such a high level of vigilance."
From the shadows nearby, a twisted figure like a snake gathered, instantly forming into a man in a black robe.
"Yet, your audacity is overwhelming. Even after seeing my circumstances, you choose not to flee."
"Why should I flee?"
Ren Feng turned calmly to look at him.
"Excellent. Such bravery indeed qualifies you to possess a Divine Artifact of the Ancient Era. But facing me—the Blood Black Ancestor—even an artifact will be useless."
Ren Feng frowned at the black-robed man. The aura emanating from him indeed seemed enveloped by a sinister breeze, giving a sense of unpredictability, but was still roughly at the Life and Death Realm.
"Is that so?"
Ren Feng remained calm.
