Seeing the malicious look in the shorty's eyes, Feng Wu smiled. "Keep running. Why did you stop?"
The short assassin was full of despair.
He had been so confident when he came here today to kill Feng Wu, but he had lost two companions before they could achieve anything.
Realizing that he had nowhere to go, the shorty drew out his sword and struck at Feng Wu at an impossible angle!
He had figured it out. With that mighty cultivator around, he had no hope of winning!
In a situation like this, his only way out was to take Feng Wu hostage!
However, when he struck at Feng Wu, he realized that his power had been suppressed!
He had reached perfection in the Spiritual Elder stage, but had now regressed by an entire level!
That was to say, he was a Level 7 Spiritual Grandmaster now!
How was that even possible?!
The shorty was astonished!
