"Hmph, you sure ran fast!"
The Ghost-faced Demon Lord tossed Ye Fan's bloody arm aside and sneered at Ling Feng.
"Ling Feng, it's your turn to die! You deserve to die too!" The Ghost-faced Demon Lord's eyes brimmed with intense hatred, his voice raspy like an evil ghost from purgatory.
"Ghost-faced Demon, do we know each other?"
Ling Feng had initially intended to use the Ghost-faced Demon Lord to teach those from the True Dragon Academy a lesson, but he had not expected that he would play his hand too heavily, and this Ghost-faced Demon Lord actually possessed a secret technique that could unleash such explosive power—it was something Ling Feng had not anticipated.
However, as for the deaths of Jin Xiuming, Qi Hao, and others, Ling Feng did not feel a hint of unease. These people were ill-intentioned from the beginning, and they were enemies anyway. Any semblance of mercy towards an enemy was superfluous.