"Chen Mei, this man dared to injure our young master to this extent, and yet I can't even take revenge on him? Aren't you the one being unreasonable?" Wei Rong's voice was cold, his tone carrying the weight of authority, as if Lin Feng's existence was beneath his notice.
Lin Feng, his body already battered from Wei Jun's previous assault, barely had time to react before Wei Rong's sudden ambush sent another wave of agony crashing through him.
Blood dripped from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His vision blurred for a moment before he forced himself to stay standing.
To make matters worse, Wei Rong was at the Foundation Establishment level.
I knew they were strong, but I can't even fight back.
If a Foundation Establishment cultivator wanted to kill me, I'd have no choice but to die.
A bitter taste filled his mouth.
The gap between realms was insurmountable—he was nothing more than an ant in their eyes.
