Whoosh!
A scream rang out from the crowd. Only then did everyone see that the gaunt man's face was deathly pale and streaming with sweat. His aura had dwindled until he was weaker than an ordinary man!
His martial arts had been crippled!
That was the only thought in the heroes' minds. Their expressions changed drastically, and they drew sharp breaths.
"Which hero has honored us with a visit? Please show yourself!"
The elder of the You brothers called out, but no one appeared, even after a long wait.
Only after Bai Shijing of the Beggars' Sect offered a martial art as payment did Xue Muhua agree to treat A Zhu.
Qiao Feng drank farewell cups with a group of people he knew, every bit the bold hero.
"Qiao Feng, you Khitan fiend! You murdered your master and your father, and your crimes are beyond count. Now that you're here, you won't be leaving!"
"Khitan scum! You dared infiltrate the martial world of the Central Plains and committed one evil deed after another. You deserve to die!"
"What are we waiting for? Let's take down this Khitan fiend together!"
"..."
Of the hundreds of martial heroes present, only a few considered themselves above hurling abuse. The rest cursed so foully that even the broad-minded Qiao Feng felt anger flare within him!
Days of pent-up anguish erupted at once. The god of war of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils unleashed his full strength, standing against a hundred foes with commanding ferocity!
In Qiao Feng's hands, the ordinary Taizu Long Fist became terrifyingly powerful. A brush meant death, a blow meant destruction. In a single exchange, a dozen skilled fighters met their ends.
Kill! Kill!
Killing intent surged from Qiao Feng, and his eyes turned bloodred, like a demon's. He struck with a palm,