For a Martial Emperor at the Void Origin Realm, killing a Terrestrial Immortal might not be as effortless as blowing away dust, but it's still as easy as flipping one's hand, let alone Yang Feng, who is not a Terrestrial Immortal but merely a Lord.
At ordinary times, Zheng Xiqi could have shocked him to death with just his aura, but he deliberately took action, envisioning a scene where Yang Feng was turned into a mist of blood. Out of the corner of his eye, he indeed saw Qu Wuyan's spirit unsettled, and Chu Siming seizing the moment to exploit her lapse, advancing rapidly.
The three maidservants were as if frozen in place, especially Rong Shu, whose face drained of color, her eyes shattering like glass, devoid of any hope.
Pleasure surged in Zheng Xiqi's chest.
"In the end, I still have to die."
A thought flashed through Yang Feng's mind, filled with too much unwillingness and regret.
