“Boom!” Feng Feiyun gathered an energy wave in the shape of a palm. He slammed it on the second brute and rendered his organs to a pulp. Blood dripped out of all seven orifices before he dropped to the ground.

It wasn’t long before both of them became cold corpses. The chilling weather quickly added a layer of frost on them.

Aunt Qin stood there with her walking stick with a frightening grimace.

“Are you alright?” Feiyun apologetically stared at Xiaoxiang and grabbed her hand, afraid that she would start to run after seeing him.

She nodded then shook her head in confusion.

“Cough. Decent cultivation but you’re quite bold to interfere with Beauty’s Smile’s business.” Aunt Qin covered her mouth and coughed hoarsely.

Feiyun maintained...