In the blink of an eye, their group dispersed. Wounded, they fled. Some even fell to the ground, incapable of getting up. 

“Sigh! Are we bullying people here?” Looking at the escaping outer disciples, Chen Feng felt somewhat awkward. At any rate, his cultivation base was far superior compared to them.

“We are not bullying them. They are the ones bullying us with superior numbers.” Lu Ta joked.

Chen Feng regarded the few disciples wailing wretchedly on the ground. With a grasping motion, one of them flew into his grip.

“Senior brothers, have mercy. We will not do this again.”

He was one of the original eight. He had assumed that, no matter how powerful Chen Feng and Lu Ta may be, they would be no match for 50 outer disciples. However, the display of prowess from both Chen Feng and Lu Ta resulted in a brutal pounding for his group. That was especially true of Chen Feng’s performance, grabbing and destroying magic treasures with his bare hands. Looking at Chen Feng, the hearts and courage of those few remaining disciples fell into shambles.

“I am in a good mood today, and I don’t feel like killing anyone. According to the rules of the sect, we cannot kill our fellow...