Chapter Twenty-Two: Two Madmen (Extra Update, Please Add to Favorites!)

On the other side, Zhou Yun, clad in luxurious silks, was nearly wetting himself. He had killed before—truthfully, he’d slain more than a few—but he had never witnessed someone killing like this.

More than forty cultivators of the Spirit Communing level and above had been wiped out in less than fifteen minutes. That was nearly half of the Zhou family’s elite forces, all lost here. And the one responsible for this carnage was the very fool everyone knew.

Now, Ye Long’s courtyard was empty; the earth had long since been stained crimson, blood mixing with—everywhere. Only Zhou Yun remained. Suddenly, as if realizing the consequences he faced, he shivered violently.

When Ye Feng turned around, Zhou Yun threw himself to the ground in a frenzy, rolling and begging, “You can’t kill me, you can’t torture me… My father is Zhou Cang, you can’t kill me…”

He screamed hysterically, hoping his cries would attract the attention of the rest of his clan.

Ye Feng smiled; such petty tricks could never fool him. “No one can save you. But rest assured, your father will join you soon.”

“Do you know whose disciple I am? Do you know who stands behind the Zhou family? If you kill me, not even a Spirit King can save you!”

Ye Feng shook his head slightly, “I look forward to their arrival.”

A gust of wind rose, and Zhou Yun’s head parted from his body—Ye Feng himself twisted it off. The severed head floated in midair, eyes bulging wide—

Bang…

Before the head could hit the ground, the hammer swung up and