Elder Huang casually waved his azure robe, and the fierce energy wind he stirred up directly swept Chu Feng into mid-air.
BOOM.
After a muffled explosion, Chu Feng's body turned into a rain of blood that filled the sky.
"Tell me," Elder Huang said, turning his head to look at the handyman disciple who was already paralyzed with fear on the ground, his voice quiet as if inquiring, "isn't it a good thing to just be a 'Patchwork Child'? Why can't he understand that?"
"El... Elder, what... what is a 'Patchwork Child'?"
"Heh." Upon hearing this, the man in the green robe let out a light chuckle, casually waving his sleeve. Instantly, another burst of blood mist appeared.
"This batch of Patchwork Children seems to have too many stray thoughts..."
「...」
GASP... GASP...
Suddenly sitting up from the ground, Chu Feng gasped for breath, his pupils trembling slightly.
The sensation of death still lingered in his mind, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
