Their gazes met with Ye Feng's, and in his eyes was the cold sharpness of a blade that seemed to have endured a thousand years, instantly severing their hearts, which frightened them into trembling uncontrollably, losing their War Intent, devoid of any will to resist.
"Trash…" Ye Feng discarded the two men as if tossing out garbage.
The men tumbled and scrambled away to put distance between themselves and Ye Feng, leaving Zhou Qian dumbfounded, unable to believe that Ye Feng had effortlessly defeated four men in an instant.
Zhou Qian thought to herself, "It looks like he's a Martial Artist of External Force. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant!"
At that moment, a disciple of Qingfeng furiously said, "Kid, you dare hurt our people from Qingfeng? Just wait here if you've got the guts. I'll call our boss, Gang Hu, to deal with you. Let's see how arrogant you can be then!"
