As expected, in this bloody and tragic chaos, all the dead were from the Dongfang Family.
Among the 370 people, at least three-quarters were wielding diverse cold weapons, vainly attempting to dismember Jiang Feng.
Unfortunately, like the thirty at the manor gate before, none could even touch the edge of Jiang Feng.
Instead, Jiang Feng flitted about like a ghost, snatching away lives in an instant.
Gradually, the surviving elites began to feel nervous and suffocated.
They finally realized that those twenty million weren't so easy to claim.
The man before them was like a butcher from hell, reaping lives as if they were grass!
"Damn it! What kind of martial arts has this guy mastered? What level of power has he reached? Why is it that even with so many of us, we are just sacrificing ourselves?"
Many elites started to tremble with fear, retreating in panic.
