His objective was clear and straightforward, to go straight for the Beixie Emperor.
"Who's there?"
The Beixie Emperor was lying atop a pit of fire, thoroughly enjoying the delights of life when he sensed impending danger and immediately demanded in a deep voice.
Regrettably, he hadn't even had time to react before a cold and sharp blade was already pressed against his neck.
With Chu Feng's current strength and cultivation, the Beixie Emperor simply couldn't match him.
"Ah..." The beauties attending to the Beixie Emperor couldn't help but let out terrified screams.
Swish, swish, swish!
Their voices were still in their throats when they toppled over one by one.
Even masters at the Sword Saint Level are no match for Yan Qing, let alone these women, who only cared about looks and talent, and not their cultivation.
So, their cultivation wasn't high.
"Did you kill them all?" Chu Feng wasn't moved by compassion for the fair sex, but he did think these beauties were also pitiable.
