"Was it you who killed Zheng Feng?" The man in black stared at Lin Feng, coldly asking, his voice brimming with murderous intent. He was infuriated now; Lin Feng had killed Zheng Feng, which represented his negligence. After all, there were only so many of them, and losing one was a serious matter. If people from above pursued this, he would also face difficulties. So as soon as he saw Zheng Feng's soul tablet shattering, he immediately came over to investigate.
Lin Feng looked at the man in black, and a sudden, intense killing intent erupted from him. The air around him stirred autonomously, and the strong killing intent pounced toward the man in black as if it were tangible. It seemed as though the temperature dropped by several degrees in an instant. Xue Dakun, standing nearby, felt goosebumps all over, not understanding what Lin Feng intended to do—did Lin Feng plan to attack the man in black?
"Yes, I killed him. So what?" Lin Feng stared at the man in black and replied coldly.
