Everyone saw with their own eyes the terrifying saintly weapon was indeed taken away by Chen Feng, and only then were they convinced that the weapon belonged to him.
For a time, the scene was filled with startled gasps, all drawing in a breath of cold air.
Even the old headmaster and Yan Xiuzhi felt a sudden surge of fear.
Chen Feng possessed a saintly weapon, which was unknown to them.
A saintly weapon, oh how precious, even throughout the vastness of Great Qin, there were only a handful, and yet, Chen Feng had one on him.
Chen Feng was already extraordinarily capable in battle, and with the boost from a saintly weapon, his combat power could multiply by several levels—this was indeed the most terrifying aspect.
"In consideration of my Yaoyao's sake, today I shall spare your life. Scram," he said.
Chen Feng waved his hand dismissively.
Yuan Feng rose to his feet, dragging his wounded body, head lowered, step by step, he walked away.
