Chen Feng had long understood the essence of power. Looking at the people entrenched around him, Wei Xun, Lu Wei, Dark Elf—if they were outside, which one of them wouldn't be a daunting challenge? The reason they appear so docile now ultimately lies in the strength he possesses.
In this era of winners and losers, killing was not wrong in his eyes, so Chen Feng felt no ripple in his heart when he decided to kill.
However, it was a pity about the opponent's skills.
Professionals vary in strength. Apart from some common existences, such intricate puppet art as this was something even Chen Feng had never seen before.
Chen Feng didn't mind cultivating a few ambitious individuals, as long as he could dominate them. These ambitious people wouldn't dare to show a trace of rebellion.
Take Wei Xun, for example: before being subdued, he was plotting against his close friend. To say he was loyal was a joke, but... what made him serve Chen Feng so loyally? Was it love?
No!
