Seeing the lack of hesitation on Chen Feng’s part to attack them, Zhao Qiang and Ma Wu immediately grew terrified.

“Wait!” the two of them said simultaneously. 

“What? Do you two have anything else to say?” Chen Feng said coolly.

“Aren’t you curious to know why we followed you?” Zhao Qiang said, releasing a sigh.

“There is no need for that. There are no one else here. By killing you two, I can put an end to this issue and no one will know that I killed you two. Maybe you two were killed while tracking the Demonic Bloodthirsty Hunters?” Chen Feng sneered.

“Killing us will not benefit you. The sect will definitely find out about this. If you kill the heir disciples of the sect, not even escaping to the ends of the world would save you,” Ma Wu shouted.

“I’ll think about it when the time comes.” A clump of primary energy had condensed out within Chen Feng’s palm. It crackled, bursting with power.

“I am a member of the Zhao Family! You dare kill me?” Zhao Qiang shouted loudly, his face pale.

“Zhao Family? You know Zhao Quan?” asked Chen Feng after a moment’s consideration.

“Zhao Quan is my younger cousin. We were following you because Zhao Quan had mentioned that you are a spy. If you kill me, the Zhao...