45 Feud (1/2)

Feng Hui did not know, but he had an extremely unsettling smile plastered across his handsome face. Grasping the white-robed Zhao Jing's neck, he grinned. Tenderly, he applied some pressure.

Feeling this incomparable physical strength, Zhao Jing's large eyes bulged out from his sockets. In under a few seconds, all his muscles were strained, and his cheeks were flushing red.

”Heh.” Feng Hui smiled at the white-robed man twitching in agony. Soon, he used even more strength to squeeze the man's neck: this caused Zhao Jing's body to begin spazzing out.

”Please… stop. I'm sorry for whatever we've done, Lord.” Zhao Jing's eyes were bawling with tears. Across his face, there was dribbling snot smothered everywhere. Like a dying old dog, his cultivated body was having a stroke.

Right now, this was the true master of the Secret Legion who had put down countless enemies in its beginning phases. When Feng Hui was weak and emotionless, he would end the lives of his cruel enemies with a smile. In the Dragon Continent, softness was a sin; he had learned this the hard way. If he wasn't ruthless, he would have died a thousand times over.

In the Dragon Continent, cultivators needed to have the necessary awe-inspiring power in order to afford the luxury of being lenient toward their enemies. If the strength gap seemed to be traversable, the excused enemies would climb back up to fight another day.

In Feng Hui's mind, he subconsciously acknowledged this fact. On Earth, it would be impossible for a human to ever reach his level. Therefore, he was occasionally uncaring when finishing them off. An example of this was Li Xiujing, the union leader of Fudan High.

”Tian Changming took away my Mom. This is nothing to what I've felt.” Feng Hui thought. Truthfully, for all the incalculable lives these invaders like Zhao Jing had ruined, this amount of harm was nothing.

With a chilling smile, Feng Hui coldly caressed the center area above Zhao Jing's abdomen. Now that he had the necessary strength, he would completely destroy everything related to Tian Changming.

”Is this Sir Immortal related to Young Master Ying? ” The soft touch of the masked man's cold elegant fingers on his chest caused his heart to drop in dread. Understanding more of Feng Hui's devastating strength, Zhao Jing believed that this unfathomable man was related to the great enemy his master had offended in the Immortal World.

”Hmph.” Suddenly, Feng Hui stopped moving his fingers.

When Zhao Jing saw this, he thought that he had found out a way to save his life. However, the next second, his sharp face turned deathly white. Shakily, he lowered his eyes. In the center, there was a large fist protruding through the center of his chest: every nerve within his body was screaming in pain.

”Wow.” Admiring the blood-red gore, Bao Jing became extremely excited seeing her master easily overwhelm the white-robed man who she had considered to be a 'deity.' For a fourteen-year-old girl, this was a strange reaction.

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”Jingjing?” Mo Hongxi raised his brow upon seeing the pale beauty appreciate everything with a beaming smile instead of turning away from the blood.

With a smile, Feng Hui pierced through the chest of the white-robed Zhao Jing. Feeling the broken flesh beginning to regenerate using Qi, he allowed his enemy to recover.

Almost everyone was shockingly watching the masked silver-cloaked man destroy the godly invaders. This included even the monsters such as the titans and vampires! In fact, the monsters weren't even hunting humans anymore. As if there was a tacit agreement, the battle for survival was temporarily halted.