Zheng Donghong's eyes darkened, and he shouted hysterically, "He stole most of my Spirit Stones on the road and killed my servant, Little San! I must get revenge for this, but I'm going to kill him with my own strength!"
He took two quick steps, crouched down, and slapped Feng Xiaoyao across the face. "You bastard," he cursed, "you better remember this! Once my cultivation is strong enough, I will definitely kill you!"
With his back to him, Shen Lang said without turning around, "I don't exactly agree with what you're doing, but I respect your choice. Leave this place."
As he spoke, Shen Lang cast a cold glance over the group of people sprawled on the ground at the valley entrance.
It wasn't an attack aimed at any specific individual; the power was still difficult to control. The shockwave from his fist had instantly killed the few people closest to the blow.
