The two people's weapons kept colliding together, making jingling sounds.

"God of Death, you can't kill me! Since my father died, I have been improving my strength in order to kill you one day!"

"Yeah?"

Yang Feng sneered and said, "Doer, in my eyes, you are just an ant, I want to kill you easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Feng's speed suddenly increased.

I saw the dagger in Yang Feng's hand stabbed hard.

Yang Feng's speed was too fast, and Doyle could not avoid it.

Seeing this, Doyle's face immediately changed drastically.

There was no choice but to use the knife in his hand to resist it.

puff!

Suddenly, Doyle's face turned pale.

I saw the dagger in Yang Feng's hand piercing deeply into his chest.

"Death, you..."

Doyle lowered his head and looked at the dagger in his chest in disbelief.
Chapter completed!