"Feng Zhe, you've gone too far."
Chang Xuan stepped forward, furious. He had brought Xia Ping and Liu Rulan here, only for them to run into this kind of trouble. He felt it was his duty to stop it.
Bang!
The moment the words left his mouth, Feng Zhe struck like a sudden gust of wind, punching Chang Xuan in the stomach.
"Argh!"
Chang Xuan hadn't expected Feng Zhe to attack, so he'd let his guard down. The other man had caught him completely off guard, and the tremendous force exploded inside him, drawing a scream from his lips.
The next moment, he was knocked to the ground, his body curling up like a cooked shrimp. Every nerve in his body throbbed with pain, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Bastard!"
Wang Chen, Wei Qi, and Jin Ze were all shocked and furious. They were just about to attack when more than a dozen people stepped forward around them. They were all on Feng Zhe's side, glaring at them threateningly.
They immediately held back. If they started a fight here, they would inevitably be surrounded by the group.
Besides, this was the Blood Soul Continent. If they died here, even their sects wouldn't be able to find the killer. No one would avenge them.
After all, far too many sect disciples had died on the Blood Soul Continent to count.
"What a noisy fool. You want to stand up for that rogue cultivator? You should take a look at whether you have the strength for it." Feng Zhe sneered contemptuously. "Without the Lingyun Sect backing you, you're nothing but a good-for-nothing."
"Get lost. If you make me angry, I'll kill you next."
Chang Xuan was livid, his face flushed red, but there was nothing