Chapter One Hundred: What's wrong with you standing there?

  "Ah!"

  A sudden cry of despair caught everyone's attention.

  A young man with a strength roughly equivalent to that of a sixth-level Xuan Master covered his neck, constantly retreating backwards, his face filled with an extremely terrified expression.

  Strange?

  What's wrong with him?

  Everyone in their hearts suspected.

  Slowly, everyone saw a clue from the young man's neck.

  From the inseparable gap between his fingers, people saw a kind of red liquid slowly flowing out, and as time passed, it became more and more. Finally, the young man fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

  At this moment, even those who were used to seeing blood felt a chill run down their spines, and their hairs stood on end!

  "Ah!"

  Suddenly, another mournful cry rang out.

  The crowd looked again, only to see another person fall to the ground, with blood flowing from his neck, a pale face, and a pair of desperate eyes. This terrifying death scene directly stimulated the eyeballs of the crowd.

  For a moment, everyone was on high alert, vigilantly scanning their surroundings, fearing that the next person to die would be themselves.

  Feng Ze couldn't help but shake his head at the sight. They didn't even know where the enemy was, yet they were already scared out of their wits. How could they possibly win?

  It seems that in this battle, these people are likely to suffer heavy casualties!

  Looking at those shivering people in the distance, Feng Ze couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

  "Ah!"

  Another miserable cry rang out.

  Someone else died?

  This was the first thought that suddenly appeared in everyone's mind at this moment.

  Everyone looked around in search of the source of the sound. When they saw the miserable state of the person who had just died, they couldn't help but pause for a moment, slightly astonished.

  What's wrong?

  How come it's changed again?

  The person who had just died, the manner of death was completely different from before, this time it was the most violent way to die. The deceased's chest was sunken, his eyes were bulging out, and his pale eyeballs were filled with bloodshot. His face wore an expression of utter disbelief, and the unmoving black pupils already indicated that he was dead.

  This time it was clearly kicked in the chest by someone, and the force was too great to be kicked to death.

  However, the tragic circumstances of this death were in no way inferior to those of the previous one. This kind of death made people feel even more terrified by the opponent's strength.

  Time slipped away slowly in such a situation.

  Unbeknownst to them, the ground was already littered with numerous corpses lying in all directions. At this point, the only ones surrounding Zhen Hong were a single person with a cultivation level of Mystic Master 9th grade and three others with relatively weak cultivation levels of Mystic Master 8th grade.

  Of course, there were also ten people standing on the other side of Feng Ze.

  ......

  Zhen Hong glanced around at the piles of corpses with blood flowing like rivers, and for a moment felt his mouth dry and tongue parched, his scalp numb, and a hint of horror in his eyes.

  He really couldn't think of it, under the siege of more than a dozen people, he would still be easily killed eight or nine people by the opponent, while the opponent didn't even touch a hair, how strong does one have to be to achieve this?

  Although these people are just at the level of a Xuan Shi, many ants can still bite an elephant to death, how could the other side not be affected at all?

  Suddenly, Zhen Hong saw the person with a bright wind, and his eyes lit up. Although Feng Ze's strength was not good, he had a lot of brains, and maybe he had a way to solve the current problem.

  At this thought, he excitedly waved at Feng Ze and shouted: "Feng Ze, great! I didn't think you were still alive! Come over quickly, what should we do now?"

  The people around Feng Ze heard this and immediately prepared to come forward and assist.

  But just as they were about to take their first step, Feng Ze stretched out his hand to stop them and shook his head.

  "What's wrong? Ze Ge!"

  Lai Wen-ang, a young man in blue clothes, was also puzzled and asked: "Ze Ge, didn't you just say that having many people is not good? Why now they only have a few people left, but you're still blocking us?"

  Others also looked at Feng Ze with a puzzled face, wondering why he wanted to stop everyone.

  Feng Ze continued shaking his head, bitterly smiling and saying: "It's not that I want to stop you all, it's just that I can't bear to let everyone go to their deaths!"

  "Ah! Ze Ge, what did you say?" Shen Xing's face changed color, her two eyes staring tightly at Feng Ze.

  The faces of others also changed slightly, apparently frightened by Feng Ze's words.

  Feng Ze continued: "You guys don't even think about it, just now so many people couldn't do anything to that young man, not even touch him, what makes you think you can do something if you go?"

  "Even if your strength is stronger than those people just now, what does it matter? Don't forget, that young man hasn't received a single injury until now. He can withstand the team leader and so many people's siege, yet he doesn't even have a scratch. You tell me, how strong do you think his strength is? In my estimation, that young man has at least the strength of a sixth-level Xuanjiang."

  "Hiss!"

  Xuān will be sixth!

  Everyone took a deep breath, Xuan's sixth-grade, what concept is that?

  Apart from Zhen Hong being a Xuan Jiang, the others were all Xuan Shi. A single six-levelled Xuan Jiang would be enough to completely sweep away this group of people.

  No wonder Feng Ze stopped them earlier, it turns out that the other party is such a terrifying character!

  It's not their fault, after all, Lin Feng's appearance looks really too young, even if he is extremely powerful, in their eyes, Lin Feng's power is at best similar to Zhen Hong's, and at most, he is only slightly stronger than their team leader.

  They believe that as long as time goes by, Lin Feng's defeat is only a matter of time.

  But now, after Feng Ze's analysis, it seems that things are not so simple!

  After hearing Feng Ze's words, Shen Xing tilted his head towards Zhen Hong and said in a daze: "So to say, isn't the captain doomed?"

  Everyone was shocked and cast their eyes on Zhen Hong, with complex emotions in their hearts.

  They originally thought that no matter how strong the other side was, they would ultimately fall under their advantage of having more people.

  But things always develop in unexpected ways!

  Lin Feng did not show any signs of defeat at all, on the contrary, their team leader was surrounded by a faint aura of danger, and there might be concerns for his life.

  "Hmph, if he's dead, then so be it! A captain like that is not needed anyway. Don't you all forget, how those two uncle and nephew had cheated us out of our silver coins back then." Feng Ze's expression suddenly turned indignant at this moment.

  "Moreover, although I don't know how Zhen Liang and those people provoked this young man, I believe everyone should have some understanding of Zhen Liang's character. I think it must be that he wanted to rob this young man, which led to his own demise!"

  Everyone fell silent after hearing Feng Ze's words.

  Zhen Liang is what kind of person, they are also all know clearly.

  Given that guy's personality of not getting up early without profit, it might be just as Wind Ze said, taking a dozen or so people to rob that young man, but he didn't expect the other party's strength to be completely beyond his expectations, resulting in almost all of their troops being wiped out.

  ......

  "Feng Ze, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and come over here!"