Wang He broke into a cold sweat at the sight of the chill in Feng Wuchen's eyes.
"Such cold eyes," Wang He thought to himself.
The female shopkeeper was also startled, a hint of wariness rising in her heart.
"Kill him!" Wang He bellowed in anger, extremely uncomfortable under Feng Wuchen's gaze, feeling as if he were being watched by a venomous snake.
The guards blocking Feng Wuchen, upon receiving the order, did not hesitate to strike, their palms coming together in a vicious stab towards Feng Wuchen's chest, their movements ruthless.
Feng Wuchen's icy gaze suddenly burst forth with a bone-chilling murderous aura and, in the instant the guard made his move, he countered with an even faster punch.
"Bang!"
"Pfft!"
The punch struck the guard's chest, exploding on impact; the extreme force sent the guard flying out of the tavern, coughing up blood, his figure soaring out of the building with his life hanging in the balance.
"Hiss..."
