The instant the magical treasure bestowed by his sect shattered, Yun Hui felt as if his heart had been torn apart.
But Yun Hui had no time to continue grieving over it in his current situation, because Zhui Feng had already raised his fist for the second time.
An attack with such terrifying power could actually be launched a second time without so much as a word... and it seemed he did not even need time to prepare?
What kind of monster was this?
In reality, however, Yun Hui had no more time to think. After Zhui Feng's second punch came down, Yun Hui's consciousness was completely extinguished.
The second punch had not struck Yun Hui or Old Wolf directly. It had merely been thrown through the air. Yet the vibrations and pressure in the air instantly shook them unconscious.
Zhui Feng slowly exhaled, maintaining his punching posture, while the phantom behind him gradually dispersed.
"Why did you stop?" Mo Xiaofei asked Zhui Feng curiously.
Zhui Feng scratched his head irritably. "I just really dislike that kind of face, but it hasn't reached the point where I have to kill them... Besides, I don't want to bring any more trouble to everyone. And Big Brother wouldn't want to see me kill anyone."
--May you have good luck. If not, may you learn compassion through misfortune. May you be loved by many people. If not, may you learn tolerance through loneliness... May you slowly grow up.
The instant killing intent surged within him, Zhui Feng suddenly heard this soft murmur rise in his heart for some unknown reason.
That voice, which seemed to embrace even his soul, instantly erased the anger in his heart.
"Is that so?"
Mo Xiaofei nodded without saying anything. He merely felt that this little demon,