Zhou Feng was still uneasy, carefully approached Zhou Wu's body, and seeing Zhou Wu's chest still slightly heaving, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fist once more, ready to smash it down on Zhou Wu's head.
"Youngster, how dare you?"
At this moment, amidst a light whistle, accompanied by the voice of an angry man, a man in his thirties appeared in Zhou Feng's view. He bore a five-part resemblance to Zhou Wu. It was none other than Zhou Wu's biological father, Zhou Xing, whose martial arts cultivation had reached the early eighth stage.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Zhou Feng was not one to give up easily; he fiercely smashed his fist down. With a crunching sound, blood spurted out, and Zhou Wu's head burst like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer.
"You... ah... little Wu..."
Watching Zhou Feng kill Zhou Wu right in front of him, Zhou Xing was stunned, tears rolling down his cheeks. His muscles contracted rapidly in intense grief.
