Suddenly attacked, Chu Feng was wounded and nearly failed at the critical moment of his comprehension and consolidation.

The sound wave was too deadly.

"Who!" Chu Feng's expression was icy as he looked up at the disciple who had spoken.

It was a young man dressed in tight-fitting clothes, with a square face and a bloody aura surrounding him. He carried a broad sword as tall as a person on his back and strode forward.