"This…?"
At that moment, the people from the Zhao Residence were stunned.
The elders and disciples of the Taishan Gate were stunned as well.
Even Song Xi was stunned.
Song Xi truly hadn't expected that the overlord of the Divine Mountain region, the legendary and seemingly omnipotent Gate Master of the Taishan Gate, couldn't even withstand a single palm strike from Chu Feng.
And if even Song Xi hadn't anticipated this, then the people of the Zhao Residence and the Taishan Gate were even less prepared.
After all, that was a Second Grade True Immortal — how could he… not be able to withstand a single move from Chu Feng?
"Father, what's going on? Didn't you say this Chu Feng was only a First Grade True Immortal?" Zhao Zirong asked furiously.
As a son, he actually lost his temper with his own father.
But that was exactly what one would expect. Quite the opposite — it would have been strange if he hadn't gotten angry.
In other cases, it was always the son who dragged the father into trouble. Here, it was clearly the father who had screwed over his son.
"I… I remember him being a First Grade True Immortal! Who knew he… he… he…?"
"It's impossible for him to have raised his cultivation in such a short time! Despicable — he's far too despicable. He actually concealed his cultivation!"
The master of the Zhao Residence stared at his son, not knowing how to explain, because he himself was in a panic.
Splat—
But just then, a muffled boom erupted beside him, and a massive spray of blood splattered across the Zhao Residence master's face and body.
It was a trusted confidant of the Zhao Residence who had just died — blown to pieces, blood flying in all directions.
And the one who had killed him was, naturally, Chu Feng.
At that moment, Chu Feng's gaze was blazing like torches, radiating cold light. Like a god of slaughter, he strode through the air, walking toward the Zhao Residence master and his group.
"Everyone who isn't from the Zhao Residence — get lost if you don't want to die."
Chu Feng spoke coldly, his voice like a peal of thunder that shook the surroundings.
The moment those words left his lips, every elder and disciple within the Taishan Gate shot into the sky like a flock of startled birds.
They were terrified beyond measure. They didn't even dare to grab their belongings — their first instinct was to flee.
In the blink of an eye, only the people from the Zhao Residence remained on the Taishan Gate's grounds, along with… the severely wounded Gate Master.
However, when Chu Feng landed, he did not immediately make a move against the Zhao Residence people. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the Taishan Gate Master.
Because the Taishan Gate Master had already risen to his feet — he had been preparing to flee.
But upon noticing Chu Feng looking at him, he quickly forced a fawning smile.
"Sir, I am not a member of the Zhao Residence! I didn't want to oppose you either — they forced me into this," the Taishan Gate Master said to Chu Feng, sounding deeply aggrieved.
"Save that story for the King of Hell."
As Chu Feng spoke, he threw a punch straight at him.
Martial power surged, and the speed was devastating. Before the Taishan Gate Master could even react, Chu Feng's fist had already struck his body.
With a thunderous boom, the Taishan Gate Master exploded into pieces, dying a miserable death at Chu Feng's hands just as that elder had moments before.
"Hiss—"
Witnessing this scene, the people from the Zhao Residence turned green with fear. Their hearts nearly leaped from their chests, and the more cowardly ones actually wet themselves on the spot.
Only now did they realize just how foolish it was to continue opposing Chu Feng.
At this moment, they truly regretted it to their very bones.
"Lord Chu Feng, spare us! Lord Chu Feng, please spare our lives!"
"We were wrong! We were wrong, Lord Chu Feng! Please give us one more chance!"