Feng Hui did not know, but he had an extremely unsettling smile plastered across his handsome face. Grasping the white-robed Zhao Jing's neck, he grinned. Tenderly, he applied some pressure.
Feeling this incomparable physical strength, Zhao Jing's large eyes bulged out from his sockets. In under a few seconds, all his muscles were strained, and his cheeks were flushing red.
"Heh." Feng Hui smiled at the white-robed man twitching in agony. Soon, he used even more strength to squeeze the man's neck: this caused Zhao Jing's body to begin spazzing out.
"Please… stop. I'm sorry for whatever we've done, Lord." Zhao Jing's eyes were bawling with tears. Across his face, there was dribbling snot smothered everywhere. Like a dying old dog, his cultivated body was having a stroke.
Right now, this was the true master of the Secret Legion who had put down countless enemies in its beginning phases. When Feng Hui was weak and emotionless, he would end the lives of his cruel enemies with a smile. In the Dragon Continent, softness was a sin; he had learned this the hard way. If he wasn't ruthless, he would have died a thousand times over.
In the Dragon Continent, cultivators needed to have the necessary awe-inspiring power in order to afford the luxury of being lenient toward their enemies. If the strength gap seemed to be traversable, the excused enemies would climb back up to fight another day.
In Feng Hui's mind, he subconsciously acknowledged this fact. On Earth, it would be impossible for a human to ever reach his level. Therefore, he was occasionally uncaring when finishing them off. An example of this was Li Xiujing, the union leader of Fudan High.
"Tian Changming took away my Mom. This is nothing to what I've felt." Feng Hui thought. Truthfully, for all the incalculable lives these invaders like Zhao Jing had ruined, this amount of harm was nothing.
With a chilling smile, Feng Hui coldly caressed the center area above Zhao Jing's abdomen. Now that he had the necessary strength, he would completely destroy everything related to Tian Changming.
"Is this Sir Immortal related to Young Master Ying? " The soft touch of the masked man's cold elegant fingers on his chest caused his heart to drop in dread. Understanding more of Feng Hui's devastating strength, Zhao Jing believed that this unfathomable man was related to the great enemy his master had offended in the Immortal World.
"Hmph." Suddenly, Feng Hui stopped moving his fingers.
When Zhao Jing saw this, he thought that he had found out a way to save his life. However, the next second, his sharp face turned deathly white. Shakily, he lowered his eyes. In the center, there was a large fist protruding through the center of his chest: every nerve within his body was screaming in pain.
"Wow." Admiring the blood-red gore, Bao Jing became extremely excited seeing her master easily overwhelm the white-robed man who she had considered to be a 'deity.' For a fourteen-year-old girl, this was a strange reaction.
"Jingjing?" Mo Hongxi raised his brow upon seeing the pale beauty appreciate everything with a beaming smile instead of turning away from the blood.
With a smile, Feng Hui pierced through the chest of the white-robed Zhao Jing. Feeling the broken flesh beginning to regenerate using Qi, he allowed his enemy to recover.
Almost everyone was shockingly watching the masked silver-cloaked man destroy the godly invaders. This included even the monsters such as the titans and vampires! In fact, the monsters weren't even hunting humans anymore. As if there was a tacit agreement, the battle for survival was temporarily halted.
"What if I am?" Feng Hui snorted while slowly pulling his fist out of the man's reformed chest. Seconds after, he directly created a new dent within Zhao Jing's stomach. Utilizing more force, he pierced directly through the man's insides.
"Is there a point in knowing? You're about to die anyway." Laughing, Feng Hui's cold eyes revealed a frightening glint beneath his black mask. Nodding his head in satisfaction, he listened to the white-robed man screaming like a slaughtered pig.
Moments after, Feng Hui straightforwardly used his Qi to create an unseen sword to cut off the white-robed man's right hand. With a grin, he continued to listen to the beautiful music.
Not allowing the white-robed man even a second to breathe, Feng Hui cut off the other remaining hand. Closing his eyes, he thought, "Mom, I'll end everyone who has wronged you. Wait for your son."
"Die." Feng Hui sneered. In a flash, he cut off all the limbs of the white-robed man. Seeing this cold gruesome killing, some of the survivors were vomiting in disgust and blocking the sight of the children, while the majority were ecstatically cheering. These were the evil cultivators who ruined their happy lives!
Taking the pressure of his domain away from the white-robed man, Feng Hui released his death grip on Zhao Jing.
"Crash." The white-robed man's limbless body collapsed on the floor. Outside the stronghold, everyone was silent. Since Zhao Jing was a Nascent Soul cultivator, his large eyes were still wide open in disbelief.
Inching his face upward to look at the masked man, Zhao Jing wept like a child unbefitting of his ancient age, "I'm scared, Master… I can't serve you anymore."
"Little Ming, I've been admiring your greatness from the side every day. This time, however, I hope that Master doesn't ever meet this monster; we can't handle him." Along with this thought, Zhao Jing used his Qi to swiftly end his life to escape this inhumane suffering.
From beginning to end, Zhao Jing was an extremely loyal servant of his master. In fact, Tian Changming appreciated him so much that he had lifted his servant's lifespan using an unbelievable amount of priceless treasures.
Since Tian Changming's birth, this white-robed Zhao Jing was always by his side faithfully serving. For over ten-thousand years, the two of them had been close enough companions to trust one another with their lives; both master and servant had witnessed the collapse of countless kingdoms together.
This time around, Tian Changming had offended someone he should never have. This impromptu invasion decision recommended by his subordinates would cause the end of everything he knew. Upon hearing the heartwrenching news of his loyal servant's death, this would undoubtedly become a never-ending feud between the two supreme cultivators of the lower worlds.
"Hmph." Seeing the white-robed man end his own life, Feng Hui's smile was cold. From the beginning, he had never planned to let a single soul related to Tian Changming to escape. The moment the half-step Immortal had caused his homeworld to become a wasteland, this outcome was an inescapable future.
For his dear family and homeworld, Feng Hui would ensure that everything dear to Tian Changming would be erased from the universe. The number of innumerable lives this devil had destroyed by invading the lower worlds were unthinkable.
On Earth alone, billions of human lives were lost in the blink of an eye. In the Eastern World, Feng Hui had straightforwardly erased all the enemies of his family's Long Kingdom.
Zhao Jing had brought this disgusting end upon himself by coming to destroy his homeworld. Toward the invaders who dared to intrude into his world, Feng Hui would singlehandedly end all of them.
Feng Hui wasn't a devil who would slaughter everyone who disagreed with him; however, he wasn't a kind person either. In front of his family, he would always be that overprotective son. Toward his friends, he would never let others wrong them.