Seeing Shen Feng suddenly appear in front of him.
The bones in Ji Qiantong's right arm were all broken, and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty. There might be people in this world who are not afraid of death, but Ji Qiantong was by no means one of those people.
At this life-and-death moment, he had lost all the comportment of a strong practitioner of the Acquired State's tenth level, his voice trembling as he said, "Pre, predecessor, this is a misunderstanding, something I can explain. For you to act against me, you'd indeed sully your hands."
Shen Feng nodded in agreement: "Thank you for the reminder. To take action against someone like you would indeed dirty my hands. I will absolutely not make a move against you."
Upon hearing this, Ji Qiantong was overjoyed. Could it be that because of his words, Shen Feng had really decided not to kill him? How could there be such an idiot in this world?
But as he was wildly contemplating in his mind.
A "bang" sounded.