"Haha..."
Yan Rufeng threw his head back and laughed three times.
"Just for saying that, if you kneel down and apologize in front of me, Yan Rufeng, I might spare your life!"
"Arrogant!"
Feng Yu roared.
"Yan Rufeng, then accept my challenge."
A gust of wind swept through, causing Yan Rufeng's hair at the temples to flutter.
At this moment, Feng Yu charged at Yan Rufeng with a long knife in hand.
"Sword, come!"
Whoosh~
A red light flashed, and a longsword suddenly appeared in Yan Rufeng's hand.
Clang, clang...
The sword and knife collided, producing a series of crisp sounds.
There was a cracking sound.
Feng Yu's long knife broke in response.
However, Yan Rufeng did not stop. He twisted the sword hilt, and the sharp blade glinted coldly, sweeping across Feng Yu's neck.
A thick mist of blood spread, yet in an instant, it completely vanished.