"Crunch."
However, before Feng Cheng's words could fall, Chen Yuan had already pulled his head along with the spine right out with one hand, blood pouring and utterly gruesome.
Feng Cheng's eyes were wide open, not even having the chance to scream.
"Just the Feng Family, what qualification do they have to threaten me."
Chen Yuan casually tossed Feng Cheng's head aside and spoke slowly.
At this moment, the entire scene was dead silent.
Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
At this moment, all the cultivators who had come with Feng Cheng in the distance felt a chill down their spines, terrified.
When Chen Yuan's gaze swept over them, all the cultivators shivered, no one could believe that this young man, who looked about twenty years old, could unleash fury like being possessed by a Demon God, slaughtering mercilessly.
