Touching it with his hand, a bright red color appeared in his palm, and his breath exuded a strong smell of blood.
Looking up, he saw a half-cut body lying on the roof of the house nearby.
"Who did this? Get out of here, young master!" Looking at the blood stains on his clothes, Zhu Youde was furious: "Even this young master dares to attack me. Do you know who I am?"
"What does that person mean?" The person next to Zhu Youde was a little unsure.
He Yi is already an innate master, and there are not many people who can kill him so easily.
"Who did it?" Zhu Youde's chest heaved violently, and he couldn't help but cough a few times because he was angry.
"Didn't you say that no one can touch it? Can you? What's going on? The dignified guard of the Zhu Mansion was killed like this, and you can't even find the murderer!"
"What's the point of raising you? To make me angry to death? Right now..."
"Are you looking for me?" Chen Feng stood in the air and looked at Zhu Youde on the ground with a half-smile.
Zhu Youde was like a duck whose throat was strangled, with unsaid words stuck in his throat.
Looking at Chen Feng not far away, Zhu Youde's body trembled slightly.
He knew that Chen Feng would really kill him. He had killed so many of the Zhu family's guards, so why did it matter if he knew more?
Even if the Zhu family is standing behind him, Chen Feng is not afraid.
"Let's go! Let's go immediately!" Zhu Youde didn't care about the life and death of others, jumped on the Shenzhou, input spiritual energy crazily, and rushed thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.
Some people who reacted quickly followed Zhu Youde into the flying boat, but there were not many of them.
The remaining people only reacted after Zhu Youde escaped. Looking at Chen Feng, who was bathed in blood and looking like a murderous god, they had no idea of confronting him.
"run!"
Someone yelled, and the voice was full of fear.
The remaining people seemed to be waking up from a dream, and rushed out like headless flies without looking in the direction. Some people even rushed in front of Chen Feng.
Chen Feng used spiritual energy to seal the wound on his abdomen and attacked boldly, but within three to five minutes he was able to kill all the people Zhu Youde brought.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Chen Feng endured the waves of dizziness in his mind and endured the pain to set up a formation to prevent a sneak attack.
As the formation completely covered his figure, Chen Feng fell to the ground, unconscious.
He just endured the pain in the sea of consciousness and took action.
Chen Feng knew in his heart that if he didn't take action, the person who would die in a few minutes would be his.
How can the pain of burning consciousness be so bearable?
Even if the consciousness is successfully forged, the burning pain spreads to the limbs and requires time to repair.
After Chen Feng fainted, Zhang Ping came over and looked at the corpses on the ground, but could not see Chen Feng's figure.
"Chen Feng, where are you?" Zhang Ping searched anxiously, but found nothing.
In the end, he had no choice but to use the contact information Duan Xinpo gave him to summon the shadows following Chen Feng in order to know his whereabouts.
Although the other party recovered, Zhang Ping waited for a long time and no one came.
"What's going on?" Zhang Ping was a little flustered. Chen Feng couldn't find him and didn't say anything. Even they were nowhere to be seen.
Fortunately, the news soon came from those shadows, which also made Zhang Ping breathe a sigh of relief.
"Still where you are?" Zhang Ping muttered to himself, looking around but without any clue.