The Deputy City Lord Was Busy

The battle erupted in an instant. One line from Chu Fei—"I'm not your father"—directly shattered this expert's composure.

The angrier the other party became, the calmer Chu Fei was. That was exactly the point: to make them lose their heads.

As the attack closed to within a dozen meters, Chu Fei immediately unleashed a hundred consecutive curses.

The man had been completely unprepared. He had never imagined such an attack existed. His head seemed to have been struck by a massive hammer, his body staggered, and his Protective Aura fell into disarray.

Yet due to inertia, his body continued forward, already coming within five or six meters of Chu Fei.

At that moment, Chu Fei pressed together the index and middle fingers of his right hand in a sword gesture and pointed ahead.

Then came a clear metallic ring. The longsword flew from his waist, turning into a streak of light as it crossed five meters in an instant.

Whoosh!

A head flew into the air as the sword shot forth like a meteor.

It had all happened in the blink of an eye.

The experts charging from behind, who had not even had time to accelerate, came to an abrupt halt.

Their eyes widened as they stupidly watched the Flying Sword spin through the air, precisely catch the severed head, and return to Chu Fei's side.

The Flying Sword "automatically" traced a flourish in midair, flinging away the blood on its blade before "automatically" returning to its sheath.

Holding the still-blinking head, Chu Fei continued, "I'm not your father, really. So I won't teach you how to be a decent person. I'll only teach you how to be a ghost!"

His voice was calm, but amplified by True Essence, it spread far and wide.

There was clearly no killing