“Why is it you?!” Seeing Chen Feng, they wanted to run. Despite having set up a great array earlier, Chen Feng had still managed to kill off four of their companions. Thus, they were not confident in taking on Chen Feng this time.

“No need to yell. I have enough time to finish you off before the others get here,” Chen Feng said, bringing the Blood Mustering Bead out, which spun in his hand.

Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou!

Four swords flew out to hover before the four cultivators. Sword energies stirred and the edges of the swords shone clearly, brimming with sword intent. The auras of Sacred artefacts were unintentionally coming out from the swords.

“Let’s not be so anxious with starting a fight. If I want to attack, do you fellows think you can fend against my Dao artefact’s might?” Chen Feng said with a chuckle.

“It really is a Dao artefact. No wonder. Humph! We know why you are here. You want our four swords, no? Just attack if you want to,” the Heaven Sword wielder shouted, a sneer on his face.

“Naturally, I am here for the four swords. Now, I will give you fellows a chance to live. Hand over the swords. Once I attack, you will be utterly obliterated, body and soul,” Chen Feng said coldly.

Truth be told, Chen Feng was also feeling somewhat frustrated. Although he could indeed...