Clearly not.
However, they did not speak up to warn him.
After all, this young man relied on his father being the village chief—and a soul master at that—to tyrannize the whole place.
Most importantly, his father, the village chief, was no good man either.
They were happy to watch the show.
"Shut up!"
The village chief was, at any rate, a soul master, someone who had gone out and seen a bit of the world.
So although his experience was still shallow, he was far better than his son.
However, he had grown used to lording it over this village, and that haughty, overbearing manner of his simply could not be put away.
He lifted his proud head and walked up to Wang Sheng, then spoke to him with the air of an elder giving advice. "Young man, don't..."
Before he could finish, Wang Sheng could not hold back any longer.
What the hell was this?
Wang Sheng covered Teng Zifeng's eyes with one hand, then swept the man flying with one kick.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed out, and he collapsed more than ten meters away, unable to get back up for the moment.
"Gulp..."
The village chief's son, who had been incomparably arrogant just moments ago, instantly wilted.
He stared at Wang Sheng in terror. To him, his father was the sky over this village!
But now, the sky had collapsed.
How could he not be afraid?
If he had not been worried about frightening Teng Tianming and Teng Zifeng, then with Wang Sheng's usual temper, that kick would not have ended with something as simple as spitting blood!
Teng Tianming and the villagers were dumbfounded.
Although they knew Wang Sheng was a soul master, they had never imagined that the village chief, also a