Murong Feng's face was as gloomy as stagnant water. A flash of cold light vanished from his eyes, followed by a cold snort from the depths of his nose. He squeezed a few chilling words through his teeth: "Xuanyuan Chen, prepare to die!" Before his voice even faded, his entire body darted forward like a streak of black lightning, making the first move.
Spiritual energy surged across his palms, faintly glowing with a ghostly light. His strikes carried the force of a thousand jun, accompanied by a roaring wind, as he ruthlessly assaulted Xuanyuan Chen's vital points with a crushing momentum, his movements reeking of malice and viciousness, as if determined to take Xuanyuan Chen's life on the spot with this single blow.
Behind him, the rat-faced Pang Dalong, the plump-headed and big-eared Zhu Xiaotong, and Li Long—a mere nobody who seemed completely unremarkable among the crowd—exchanged glances and instantly understood each other's intentions.
Chapter 156