Chapter 92: Tanking Girl [Subscribe Now]

The Cold River Sword showed no mercy as it thrust downward.

But just as Jiang Feng was about to drive the blade fully into the target, a rough and powerful hand grabbed hold of his wrist.

"Who!"

Somehow, without notice, a person had unexpectedly appeared beside him. He had an aged face, a stooped back, and one hand stroking his white beard while the other grasped Jiang Feng.

A mysterious panic rose up his back because his Divine Sense had scanned the area in front of him and detected absolutely nothing. The old man had appeared like a ghost, so eerily sudden that Jiang Feng had no idea how long the other had been watching him.

What's most concerning is that for some unknown reason, his Dantian, which had started to calm, was now boiling over again. He felt as if the Spiritual Energy Lake inside him had gone mad, churning, trying to break out from within. Suppressing the discomfort, he threw a punch with all his might!