Bab 1912: For You, I'll Kill All

"You… you… don't come any closer," said the ten or so Wind Eagle Dynasty self-cultivators to Qingfeng, their faces paling.

Qingfeng coldly smiled with murderous rage as he charged again with his right hand, and formed a massive vital essence fist roughly six thousand feet in size. With one slap, containing invincible energy, he turned all of the ten or so self-cultivators before him into a bloody fog.

These self-cultivators might have great power, but compared to Qingfeng, they were like ants facing an elephant, with no chance of surviving at all. 

All the self-cultivators around grew pale with no light in their eyes when they saw how brutal Qingfeng was, as their bodies stepped back nonstop in great fear.

Those closer to Xue Lin stepped back and dared not to move close to her anymore.