With a blink, Feng Jun instantly appeared at the street corner, and then vanished with another blink.
Unluckily, he overheard the last sentence, snorting coldly in anger, "So this is the face of the Four Great Sects."
The Big Boss laughed gleefully, "Actually, they're not wrong. You are Feng Jun after all."
Feng Jun didn't mind the other party attempting an assassination; such things were really too normal. It's always better to have an excuse for killing than to randomly slaughter innocents. What bothered him was, "These guys have started killing indiscriminately!"
"Come on, you had obvious malice, didn't you?" The Big Boss chided irritably, "Circling around their base twice, if it were me, I'd have killed you too."
"If it was a cultivator of equal cultivation level, would you strike to kill?" Feng Jun retorted lightly, then got to the point, "Have you felt it clearly, can that defensive formation be infiltrated?"
