“God damn, I will kill you!” Zhu Tianming ferociously said when he heard his younger brother’s shout.
But before letting him continue speaking, Chu Feng suddenly put strength into his right foot and with a cracking sound, Zhu Tianming’s nose was snapped.
“Ahh~~~”
That pain made Zhu Tianming shriek, but there was not the slightest trace of sympathy on Chu Feng face upon hearing that sound. Instead, he coldly asked, “Shall I do it, or will you do it yourself?”
“He isn’t truly planning to kill Zhu Tianming, right?” Many people were frightened when they saw Chu Feng’s action. They didn’t expect Chu Feng to be so coldhearted: he was really going to kill Temple Head Wuya’s most valued disciple in from of him. That was simply equal to not putting Wuya in his eyes at all.
“If you dare to even touch him again, I will skin you alive!” Indeed, Temple Head Wuya wouldn’t just watch Zhu Tianming die like that. He pointed at Chu Feng and explosively yelled. At the same time, he emanated his aura of a peak Martial Lord.
The powerful aura was like the attack of a storm. The entire mountain peak sank into chaos, and slightly weaker people in the younger generation were getting destabilized and could not stand normally. Even Chu Feng felt huge pressure.
But even so, his face did not change. Instead, he laughed loudly, and said, “So, Temple Lord Wuya, you’re this kind of person. Before, you mocked that I, Wuqing, wasn’t worthy to receive the misty Badge, and now, with the defeat of this fight, you are going to go back on your word. No wonder your disciples were so shameless and despicable. It seems that they learnt it from you, their master.”
“Brat, don’t think that spitting words at me will do anything. It is only a matter of seconds if I want to kill you.
“However, for Lady Piaomiao’s sake, I now give you a chance. Quickly release Tianming, or else don’t blame me for not holding myself back.”