Han Feng, the Heartless Beast

Yao Chen was an absolute taboo in Han Feng's heart. Ever since he had murdered his master for the Flame Mantra, he had never wanted to hear Yao Chen's name mentioned again.

Even his departure from the Central Continent for the Black Corner Region had been because he had colluded with outsiders to murder his master and feared Venerable Feng would find out.

Yao Chen had become a thorn lodged in his heart.

Now that Lu Yunxiao had actually brought up Yao Chen's name, the killing intent in Han Feng's heart surged in an instant.

"Tut, tut, such killing intent. What a fine, filial disciple who deceived his master and betrayed his ancestors."

"It truly fills me with joyous filial piety—I'm laughing so hard it's like thunder."

"Han Feng, Yao Chen picked you up when you were young and raised you to adulthood. His kindness was akin to giving you a second life, yet you colluded with the Soul Hall to murder your own teacher."

"You beast, is there even the slightest shred of conscience left in your heart?"

Lu Yunxiao's expression was stern and his tone indifferent. Though he did not share a particularly deep bond with Yao Chen, he was likewise filled with disgust for a heartless, inhuman creature like Han Feng.

After all, any normal person would naturally despise trash like Han Feng.

Even crows knew to repay those who raised them, yet a dignified human being was worse than a beast. It was truly laughable.

Being ruthless was not wrong. The continent was full of schemes and deception; if you did not kill others, they would kill you.

But murdering a teacher who had treated you like his own son was an act utterly devoid of humanity.

Yao Chen had treated Han Feng as Hai Bodong