The sound and faint scent of blood lingered in the air. From the moment Chen Feng regained his original form and sincerely inquired, to the moment he commanded the Inferior Demon to commit murder, those people were completely unprepared. All of it was too bizarre; the man merely wanted to question the situation, yet the seven words of his inquiry became the last sound of his life.
The corpse fell, and a corpulent man weighing two hundred pounds squatted on the ground, a trace of grief flickering across his face: "Teacher..."
Before he could finish speaking, the surrounding temperature abruptly rose. The young man's hand ignited a massive fireball, stepping forward and pressing it onto the man's body. That calm face, seemingly disregarding life, was extremely close. Unprepared, the man took the scorching blow and was instantly knocked into the wall several meters away, lowering his head, and died instantly.
