"Not even a single reaction?"
Zhou Feng stood beneath the moonlight, feeling the surging spiritual power within his body.
Over the past three days, he had killed every disciple on Bitter Bamboo Peak's front mountain.
Now, he was the only one left on the front mountain.
Yet even so, no one had come to question him.
Had no one in the sect noticed? Even the Grand Elder, who had been in Closed-door cultivation all this time, had shown no reaction.
This made Zhou Feng start to think.
It was rather illogical. He truly could not understand the Three Gu Sect's internal management.
But that was fine. Such crude management gave him enormous room to grow.
It also confirmed some of his previous guesses.
The Three Gu Sect was extremely divided internally, with each group essentially managing its own affairs.
The various peaks were not deeply connected to one another.
Coupled with the small cliques he had learned about before, it seemed the Three Gu Sect could not truly be considered a sect at all.
It was more like a loose alliance, forcibly gathered together by a powerful force.
"I wonder if my current strength is enough to contend with someone in the Spirit Platform Realm?"
Tomorrow was the day to carry out the sect mission, but Zhou Feng did not have a particularly clear grasp of his own strength.
After devouring everyone on Bitter Bamboo Peak, his spiritual power and vital energy had become incredibly abundant.
His vital energy had condensed into something like slurry, and even the slightest stir would produce waves of rumbling.
His spiritual power was equally terrifying. Whenever Zhou Feng used the Demon Devouring Combat Method, he could now condense a second Demonic Shadow behind him.
Not to mention that Old Skin's passive had triggered countless