"Bastards!"
"Madmen!"
"A bunch of madmen!"
In the sky, Elder Chen was stomping his feet in anger as the situation spiraled out of control.
Watching his brothers, who had trained alongside him for so many years, die tragically, the Samurai Leader Du Tong's eyes instantly turned red.
"Kill!"
"Don't hold back, kill them for me!"
The gleaming blade light slashed toward Liu Feng at the front like lightning.
The terrifying aura of the Eighth Stage of Realm King made Liu Feng, whose cultivation was only at the Early Dark Palace Realm, unable to muster even the slightest resistance.
The power gap was just too vast.
Liu Feng couldn't even discern the trajectory of the blade light.
In that instant, Liu Feng's eyes widened, and in his pupils, the figure of Ye Zhen, the hopeful faces of his parents, and the vigilant stare of his older brother flashed by like meteors.
Originally, he still wanted to…
But now, it was all about to end.
Deep down, Liu Feng felt a bit regretful.
