Chu Feng walked toward the Fang Mansion, his steps steady, filled with the cruel amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.
With every step, the killing intent radiating from him intensified. His gaze, fixed on the grand mansion gates, was filled with a lust for destruction and a sense of glee.
"Who's there? Halt!"
The guards on duty at the gate finally noticed something was wrong, feeling a bone-chilling cold.
Their drowsiness vanished in an instant. They shouted sharply, their hands flying to the hilts of their blades.
The other guard also snapped to attention, his body tensing.
However, the words of alarm had barely left their lips—
"SWOOSH!"
Chu Feng's figure blurred like a phantom. The next moment, he appeared before the two guards as if he had teleported.
His speed was too fast for the naked eye to follow!
The two guards' vision swam as a suffocating, bloody aura pressed down on them. They didn't even have time to finish drawing their blades.
