In Zhao Feng's eyes, Qin Heng showed not the slightest sign of a martial artist's presence. He seemed to be just an ordinary person.
Such an ordinary person, when faced with a Half-step Grandmaster like him, was nothing more than an ant, completely incapable of the slightest resistance!!
Doomed to die, without a doubt!
"Blame only your proximity to those you should not have approached!" Zhao Feng's eyes flickered with a murderous glint, his nails brimming with a cold gleam sharp enough to penetrate metal in an instant.
He felt as if he could already see his fingers piercing Qin Heng's neck, flesh scattering, blood spurting, his head possibly even rolling away!!
Indeed, it was a splendid scene!!
Zhao Feng was exceptionally bloodthirsty and cared little for secular laws, daring to kill someone in broad daylight, in public.
