After Chen Fan finished speaking, he pointed to a Feng Country man nearby, and a Sword Qi shot out, instantly piercing the latter's head.
The group of Feng Country people didn't even have time to react to what had happened.
Until they saw, blood flowing out from the man's forehead like a river breaking its banks, quickly dyeing his chest red.
He was like a blood-soaked figure.
"Dan!"
"Dan!"
Shrieks of horror rose one after another.
"What, what did you do to him?" A blonde woman looked at Chen Fan, her voice trembling.
Chen Fan cast a cold glance at her, "What do you think?"
"You, you killed him?"
The blonde woman's eyes widened, then tears gushed out.
In an instant, the eyes of the dozen or so Feng Country people were filled with hatred.
If looks could kill, Chen Fan would have died a hundred times by now.
Especially Kevin, the fury in his eyes was nearly tangible.
"Still unwilling to talk, huh? Fine."
Chen Fan nodded.
Another finger pointed out.
