In the hall, with Mo Cheng's death, everyone's breathing hitched. The entire hall fell silent, leaving only the sound of people swallowing.
Mo Cheng had died just like that—right at the hands of the young man before them, without even the strength to fight back.
Everyone turned their eyes toward the calm-faced youth. They watched him slowly turn around, look at the Mo Clan Patriarch slumped on the ground, crouch down, and pat his shoulder. The man jolted in fright, beads of sweat streaming down his face. His eyes were filled with terror as he looked at Lin Feng, his mouth endlessly begging, "Please, spare me."
Then he turned a pleading gaze toward Nalan Yanran and her group. "Niece Nalan, Elder Ye, save me."
Lin Feng looked at Nalan Yanran's group with interest. "What? You want to interfere too?"
At that moment, Nalan Yanran and the others wore complicated expressions. Her pretty face was slightly pale as she looked at Lin Feng. Everything had happened too quickly. From the instant Lin Feng made his move to the end, only a moment had passed. Mo Cheng, who had just been grandly laying out his ambitions from the seat of honor, had died just like that. The Mo Clan elders had not even left behind corpses. Faced with such brutal, bloody violence from Lin Feng, Nalan Yanran was shocked and puzzled, but she suppressed the turmoil in her heart. No matter what, she was no longer the inexperienced young girl she had once been.
Taking a deep breath, Nalan Yanran looked at Lin Feng and said, "Lin Feng, I don't know what happened between you and Mo Cheng, but what you did today was truly foolish."
Lin Feng laughed. "Is that so? Mo Cheng was an Outer Sect Elder of your Misty