While Chu Feng was carrying out his slaughter, all the uninvolved people had already fled the city.
It was only long after the rumbling had ceased that anyone dared to enter.
When people saw that Chu Feng had even killed the people from Lu Yang Hall, they were shocked—shocked by his audacity, that he truly dared to oppose Lu Yang Hall.
But when they saw that Chu Feng had actually left so many survivors after slaughtering so many Cao Family elites…
And that he had spared many children, as well as younger generation members who were still young—people's astonishment surpassed even that they felt at Chu Feng's killing.
After all, in the world of martial cultivators, killing was perfectly normal. If you didn't kill others, they would kill you. Showing mercy to your enemies was cruelty toward yourself.
So killing was something people saw all the time, and slaying one's foes with bloodshed was an everyday affair.
But someone like Chu Feng, who carried out a massacre and then still left survivors—such a thing was rare.
After all, if you failed to uproot the weeds, the trouble would never end.
Yet it was precisely because Chu Feng failed to uproot those weeds that he caught a certain group's attention.
At this moment, this party was secretly following Chu Feng.
"Who's there?"
Suddenly, as Chu Feng was walking across the sky, he spun around and shouted coldly.
At his words, from the seemingly empty void behind him, thirteen figures appeared.
Among them were men and women, old and young, but they shared one common trait: they all looked completely ordinary.
They were the sort of unremarkable people who, if placed in a crowd, would be nearly impossible to find.
As for their cultivation, it was nothing impressive either—the weakest among them was at the Martial King realm, and the strongest was only a Half-Emperor.
However, such cultivation alone would be insufficient to keep up with Chu Feng. This meant that these people had used special means to conceal their true strength.
Their real cultivation was absolutely not as simple as what Chu Feng perceived.
And Chu Feng had a premonition that the grey-robed elder leading them absolutely possessed the ability to kill him in an instant—he was a supreme powerhouse.
"Young friend, please don't misunderstand. We are members of the Red Butterfly Association, so we bear absolutely no ill will toward you," the grey-robed elder at the front said to Chu Feng with a warm smile, his manner very amiable.
"The Red Butterfly Association?" Chu Feng's eyes filled with confusion.
"You don't even know about the Red Butterfly Association?" Seeing that Chu Feng actually didn't know of them, a young man's face twisted with displeasure.
Although this young man appeared to be roughly the same age as Chu Feng, Chu Feng could tell at a glance that he was already at least ninety years old.
Though such an age was still considered young in the world of martial cultivators, among ordinary people, he would already be an old man on the verge of death.
The other party's attitude was rude, so Chu Feng naturally didn't bother being polite either. Instead, he asked disdainfully, "Must I know about the Red Butterfly Association?"
"You bastard, you really don't know your place!" Seeing Chu Feng look so dismissive, the young man's eyes immediately flashed with hostility.
"Zhao Xiao, watch your manners." Upon seeing this, the leading elder rebuked him.
"Elder, I…" Being scolded by the elder, the man called Zhao Xiao looked quite unhappy, but in the end he didn't argue. He simply retreated to the side and fell silent, making it clear that he feared this elder greatly.
"Young friend, your name is Chu Feng, correct? May I address you by your name?" The elder asked Chu Feng with a warm smile, his manner still very courteous.
"Of course. That's what names are for, isn't it? May I ask how I should address you, senior?" Chu Feng replied just as courteously.
"My name is Liu Chengkun. I am one of the presiding elders of the Red Butterfly Association."