Feng exhaled, his gaze fixed ahead. Ting Li had already recovered and stood back up, yet fear was evident in his eyes.
He couldn't believe that a mere cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Condensation had managed to take on five opponents and kill two in mere moments.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you helping Chen Li? Are you from some major clan outside of Silverpine City?" Ting Li tried to steady himself, forcing a calm facade even as a suffocating pressure began to radiate from him.
Despite how dominant Feng appeared, the truth was that luck and decisiveness had played a significant role in the battle.
If Feng had been discovered before ambushing Kuan Yu, the man wouldn't have died so easily.
If Yu Zhen hadn't been reckless enough to strike first, his death would have taken longer—long enough to leave Feng with at least some injuries.
