With a sudden, forceful thrust, Zou Feng sent the poison dragon lunging toward Li Dingjie amidst roars of irrepressible fury.
"Huh!?"
A look of surprise crossed Li Dingjie's face. He clearly hadn't expected Zou Feng to stop using the poison dragon for defense.
Instead, he ignored the spiritual swords that had yet to dissipate, recklessly commanding the poison dragon to attack him.
'Is he... trying to trade injury for injury?'
"You're courting death!"
'Trying to trade injury for injury? He's clearly underestimating the power of my Twenty-four Swords!'
Li Dingjie's anger flared. Since this whelp was courting death, he would be happy to oblige.
He instantly channeled his Sword Formulas again, intending to make the four spiritual swords explode and form an "Endless Sword Prison."
But unexpectedly, the moment he exerted his strength, his body inexplicably trembled and he broke into a cold shiver.
