A barely concealed sneer appeared on Yang Feng's lips. He suddenly turned around in mid-air and launched dozens more silver needles.
In an instant, more than a dozen henchmen collapsed to the ground, dead without even bleeding.
They were utterly terrified, saw nothing clearly, and died without knowing why; their numbers have now dwindled to less than a hundred.
This is practically the presence of death itself!
Yang Feng landed, a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and slowly walked forward. The silver needles on his body were from the treatment he had just received, and now there were very few left.
His main objectives were many, one of which was to instill fear and trembling in them, since the more unknown something is, the more terrifying it is.
Secondly, he wanted to establish his authority in front of Hengqing and his gang, to let them know that the consequences of betraying him would be terrifying.
As he slowly walked over, Liu Hou was already drenched in cold sweat, and he and nearly a hundred people behind him couldn't help but back away.
Nearly a hundred people were frightened into backing away by one person; if word got out, it would be a hot topic at dinner tables in the martial arts world.
"No, don't come any closer—"
The thugs who had just been shouting were now terrified. You could even see obvious wetness on their crotches. Some of them couldn't even back down and just lay on the ground, watching Yang Feng walk towards them like the Grim Reaper!
Yang Feng's lips curled slightly, but he was not in a hurry. He simply walked over slowly, step by step, his killing intent already resolved.
He wanted these people to struggle endlessly in despair, searching for hope, only to have it shattered—
Yang Feng slowly approached a thug lying on the ground and reached out to grab his neck.
"No, no!!!" the henchman screamed frantically, his face contorted in despair.
"Scream all you want, you're all going to die anyway."
A wisp of black energy emanated from Yang Feng's body again as he coldly chuckled.
"Snap—"
The next moment, he suddenly exerted force and ripped his head off, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Immediately afterwards, the black energy emanating from his body corroded the head in an instant, leaving not even ashes behind!
Yang Feng didn't notice the black aura emanating from him, nor did anyone else present, as they were all trembling with fear at his terrifying methods.
The owner of this black aura was absorbing the scent of blood.
"ah!!!"
The henchmen on Six Monkeys' side turned deathly pale with fright. Although they had also killed people before, they had never seen such a bloody scene before.
"You're a demon, a devil, ahhh!!"
One of the younger brothers was so frightened that he was screaming incoherently.
"So what—"
As he spoke, Yang Feng continued forward, walking slowly. The group of Six Monkeys were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.
"Is our boss—from hell?"
On Hengqing's side, one of his underlings, his eyes filled with terror, spoke up.
Many of the underlings couldn't help but vomit; the murderous intent emanating from Yang Feng was truly terrifying.
"No, no, don't come any closer... please don't come any closer—"
Six Monkeys' originally gloomy face was now whiter than the wall, deathly pale. His body went limp on the ground as he watched Yang Feng stride over.
One step... two steps... three steps...
"bite!"
Just then, the elevator in the parking lot suddenly started ringing!
The beast of chaos is about to appear.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 143 Phoenix Hotel
"Has the person I called arrived?" Yang Feng looked at the elevator not far away, which slowly opened. A man who looked to be in his thirties with thick eyebrows and a pair of bright eyes came out.
"Senior Tang Peng, save me!" The one shouting at this moment was Liu Hou. Yang Feng had his neck in his hand, and a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes, which had been filled with despair.
"Put him down, and I might leave you a whole corpse!"
Tang Peng walked steadily toward Yang Feng.
lay down?
Yang Feng sneered and suddenly increased the force in his hand. He didn't rush to kill the six monkeys, but instead made them uncomfortable.
Let him feel, feel the taste of shattered hope!
"vomit--"
The six monkeys, who were being tightly gripped by him, turned red instantly and were about to have trouble breathing.