To him, the lives of unrelated people are no different from ants.
But Xue Gu immediately recognized Zhang Feng.
"It's him, it's definitely him. That day, I saw with my own eyes he killed Lord Zhongli." Xue Gu glared at Zhang Feng with hateful eyes, wishing to drink his blood.
"Slander, Your Majesty, he is slandering." Zhang Feng was still stubborn.
"Hmph, even if it is slander, can what I heard be false? That's what you said yourself, you filthy wretch, you're not even worth dying."
As the words fell, a powerful aura was imposed upon him, Zhang Feng let out a weak "uh" sound, his Upper Grade Cultivation dispersed like air at this moment, not only that, his breathing weakened significantly.
"You... I..." At this moment, Zhang Feng found his breathing difficult, with only half a breath left.
It turned out that Chen Mo had abolished his cultivation, severed his heart veins, but did not let him die completely, leaving him with half a breath.
