Qin Feng's lips twitched as he frowned, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
These Qin Family disciples were his very first followers.
There were only fourteen of them in total.
With a wave of his hand, three drops of the Water of Life materialized in his palm and fell into the mouths of the three disciples, who were clinging to life.
"You're Qin Feng?"
Outside the City Lord's Mansion, four or five Martial Artists fixed their gazes on the black-clad youth who had just appeared.
Qin Feng raised his head and saw four graceful men and women with their arms crossed, looking at him mockingly.
The leader was a tall woman with a somber, ruthless expression, gripping a massive Battle Halberd. She looked down on Qin Feng with condescension, a hint of challenge glinting in her eyes.
"I am Qin Feng. Are you ready to die?" A nameless fire kindled in his eyes as Qin Feng lowered his gaze.
Qin Feng's gaze swept coolly over the imposing, purple-clad woman in the lead.
