Wei Xun charged into the crowd; these henchmen were not ordinary characters, each had considerable combat power, aiming at the neck, the crotch, and even the back of the head. They were adept at a lethal strike, but Wei Xun’s body was already covered in scale armor. Though the machetes were sharp, one or two strikes could not break his defense.
"The master wants you dead; you must die!"
As Chen Feng’s loyal dog, Wei Xun went berserk, flicking his tail to crush a thug’s chest, the opponent fell to the ground, instantly silent.
At the same time, with a punch sent forth, another thug’s neck was directly snapped, choking and spitting out some blood clots, finally dying with his eyes wide open.
"Bang!"
An arrow pierced a thug’s head, instantly killing them!
"Bang!"
Another one fell.
Slaughter!
This is no battle; it is sheer slaughter. In just a few minutes, Wang Yong’s confidants became cold corpses.
On the other side, the Mourner’s dual hammers smashed down, the remaining Magic Light Cockroach couldn’t even last a minute, its defense broken, brutally crushed to death.
The disparity was too vast; three silver powers erupted, in close range, none could last an instant, whoever they approached, perished!
Demon!
If Wang Yong were a villain, then what could Chen Feng be called?
Killing without reason and an overwhelming slaughter, such temperament, such indifference, at such a time, ordinary people wouldn’t dare to look him in the eye.
Desperate measures.
Taking others’ possessions will inevitably leave traces, rather than waste time and energy eradicating traces, why not sever all ties, marking it entirely as one’s own?
Brutal?
Wang Yong fed living people to insects, which also counts as a loss of humanity; this is merely the law of the jungle. The weak must be ready for exploitation and plunder.
"What are you fighting for?"
Wang Yong’s once confident face had lost its color, now paler than snow, full of despair.
Looking around, whether confidants or insects, all lay in pools of blood. Wang Yong trembled: "Don’t kill me, I have no quarrel with you, I don’t know what I did wrong, forgive me this once, I’ll work like an ox, like a horse, just don’t kill me, anything... "
Chen Feng remained unmoved, gesturing a neck-slitting motion to Wei Xun beside him, annihilation to the end, this superficial logic he knew better than anyone.
Seeing Chen Feng’s hand motion, Wang Yong’s pupils shrank to slits, how ruthless, not even leaving a single one alive, I have pleaded desperately, and yet they still want to root out every last one!
"Who are you?"
"Foundation ruined, all efforts wasted!"
"Indiscriminately, twenty-something lives taken just like that!"
Wang Yong’s heart was in chaos, his mind long drowned in hatred. He lifted his head, even his eyes filled with blood-red veins.
"I can’t live, but I’ll take you down with me!" Wang Yong suddenly went berserk, muscles on his face twisted under the threat of death, letting out a roar at Chen Feng. The next second, he ripped open his clothes, the colorful tiger on his chest seemed alive, wriggling constantly.
Almost instantaneously, the tattoo shattered, and a butterfly the size of a palm emerged, its wings like gauze, eyes a sky-blue, not only did it not evoke an insect’s disgust, but filled one with joy due to its beauty!
Radiant like glazed glass.
This butterfly possessed astonishing abilities, morphing into a tattoo hidden on Wang Yong.
The moment the mystical butterfly appeared, it suddenly opened its eyes, simultaneously, a luminous, colorful beam shot towards Chen Feng!
Even before dying, Wang Yong exploded, using even his last card!
The trick was strange, everything happened in the blink of an eye, even Chen Feng didn’t have time to prepare, immediately engulfed by this light...