Chu Feng's Mental Power had clearly sensed the lofty, life-disregarding attitude of the man called Zuo Jun.
If a few Mortals died in front of him, he would feel nothing at all.
So when he said he would beat Chu Feng to death and go after his family, he had meant it.
Chu Feng had also sensed, all too clearly, the filthy thoughts Zuo Jun had harbored upon seeing Yaoyao.
This man truly wanted to do things to him and his family.
If not for the values Chu Feng had been taught, and the fact that he had only just set foot on the path of evolution and had yet to fully change his mindset,
he might well have killed Zuo Jun on the spot.
"Ah!"
A scream tore from Zuo Jun's mouth as he curled up and writhed on the ground.
The leg Chu Feng had kicked had been shattered from top to bottom, its bones reduced to fragments.
Chu Feng had simply underestimated his own strength the first time he encountered another Evolutionary.
Chu Feng walked up to Zuo Jun and looked down at him.
"Seems you're not a god after all."
"You bastard! How dare you attack me?" Zuo Jun roared at Chu Feng, his face twisted and tears and snot streaming down it.
"Do you have any idea where I'm from—"
Whoosh!
The air whistled as Yellow Bull slammed a hoof into Zuo Jun's head. Zuo Jun passed out instantly.
"Moo, moo, moo," Yellow Bull cried. He meant:
Moron. Who cares where you're from? You're the one lying here now!
Yellow Bull mooed at Chu Feng again, asking whether they should just kill the man.
Though Yellow Bull was still only a calf, he had clearly experienced more than Chu Feng.
He had seen blood and