The four yaos and demons, each at the Earthen Immortal stage, surrounded the middle-aged cultivator and sent furious attacks his way. Seeing that, Chen Feng grew at ease and he turned his attention towards the Young Master in his grasp.

“Listen up, answer whatever questions I ask you, otherwise I will be beating you up,” Chen Feng said coldly. 

“Humph!” The Young Master was feeling highly disgraced and infuriated. Thus, he responded with a scoff.

“What is your name?” Chen Feng asked nonchalantly.

The Young Master kept his mouth shut. Seeing that, Chen Feng smiled. His palm flew forward to slap the Young Master and two more teeth flew out as a result.

The slap from Chen Feng contained a force of at least 5 million kilogrammes. If it weren’t for his strong fleshly body, the Young Master would have died from the slap.

“Since you are unwilling to tell me, I will just have to keep slapping you until you talk.” Chen Feng chuckled.

“Zi Wuming,” the Young Master finally said, clenching his teeth.

“From the Purple Blood Clan.” Chen Feng continued chuckling. This fellow would only be obedient after getting a beating.

“Since you know that, hurry up and let me go. If you provoke our Purple Blood Clan, any one we send out will be able to obliterate...