After executing the culprit, Daoist Lingxiao, most of the anger in Chu Feng's heart dissipated.
He then glanced at the trembling Heavenly Masters behind Daoist Lingxiao's corpse.
The high and mighty Heavenly Masters were like frightened ostriches before Chu Feng. They buried their heads deep into the ground.
Chu Feng was simply too lazy to kill such cowards.
It was better to let them fight the demons to the death. If they died, so be it. They would be lucky to be alive.
Thus, Chu Feng spoke coldly.
"You, raise your heads!"
The few of them hurriedly raised their heads, their eyes filled with fear.
They did not dare to say a word.
They no longer thought that they could escape death with their identity as a Heavenly Master.
Chu Feng could kill a high-level Heavenly Master just like that. What could they do?
Whether they lived or died was completely up to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng said indifferently.
