The whole summit trembled under his roar. The bamboos rustled and their leaves fell like rain amidst the quake. The fleeing Peacock Tribe expert had disintegrated in mid-air!
Chu Feng was seemingly clad in a brilliant cloak of light as if it was woven from the threads of the sun’s brilliance. Anyone who stared at him directly would find their eyes hurting.
"Chu Feng, please stop!" The remaining Peacock Race members were all pale with fright.
The golden ripples from Chu Feng’s mouth were aimed towards the air away from them. Even so, they were all trembling and had almost collapsed.
Chu Feng stopped and looked at them calmly. His gaze placed unbearable pressure upon them as if they were facing a cold demonic god.
"Our tribe’s king didn’t move against your parents. It was simply by coincidence that he had participated in the attack at Mount Yunluo," a pale young Peacock Tribe member explained.
