Lu Feng watched Sun Hongping retreat with a calm expression. Having never intended to leave anyone alive, how could he possibly give Sun Hongping and the others a chance to escape?
The instant his identity had nearly been exposed, he had waved a hand and dealt with the remaining Black-Clad Men. Then, with a flash of his figure, he unleashed the Eternal Startled Dragon Step and, in the blink of an eye, closed in beside Sun Hongping, who had fled several dozen yards away.
His hand rose, and his palm fell.
Under the suppression of absolute strength, Sun Hongping had no chance to fight back. He died on the spot in an instant.
Xi Youmeng watched it all coldly. Earlier, when she had seen Lu Feng kill with crooked and heretical methods, she had still harbored some dissatisfaction and disgust. But now, seeing these Black-Clad Men die by cruel means, she felt only exhilaration, without the slightest trace of pity.
Song Wenbai and the others felt the same. They wished the Black-Clad Men had died even more miserably.
Tu Xiaomin's eyes even revealed a measure of astonishment and admiration. Her mind was filled with the scene of Lu Feng casually saving her from the blade earlier.
She only felt that the way Lu Feng had casually raised his hand and blasted back the Black-Clad Men was indescribably dashing and elegant.
If she had been ten or twenty years younger, perhaps her heart truly would have fluttered for him.
Xi Youmeng slowly walked to Lu Feng's side and asked meaningfully, "Does Young Master have a deep grudge against the Sun Family?"
Lu Feng's expression remained calm, though his heart was filled with chill. What he bore toward the Sun Family went far beyond mere enmity; it could be called a feud