Outside the manor's main hall, a blood trail led from the manor's entrance to this point.
Along the trail were bodies lying in repose.
From the manor's entrance, Chu Feng had fought his way here.
Having killed more than fifty people, Chu Feng was stained with blood.
He looked even more like a God of Kill, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty cold gleam, and the terrifying murderous intent emanating from him made one feel oppressively suffocated.
Though he was unarmed, he invoked a deep sense of fear in the dozens of Yang Mo's weapon-wielding subordinates surrounding him.
They looked at Chu Feng with eyes filled with grave shock.
They had never seen someone so fearsomely gallant.
At that moment, Yang Mo and his group appeared, escorting Luo Ling'er with a cold gaze fixed on Chu Feng.
Luo Ling'er's eyes turned to Chu Feng, taking in his current state.
Luo Ling'er's body trembled slightly, and a complex expression flickered through her eyes.
