'That idiot! What do they think will happen if they reveal traces of demonic qi in front of a monster from a righteous sect? Especially in front of this freak…'
If it had been before this, Mad Bull might have only suffered humiliation and still had a chance to live with his help.
But now...
Before he could finish his thought, Prime Minister Mu saw that Mad Bull suddenly move.
With bloodshot eyes filled with nothing but killing intent, Mad Bull charged at Li Feng once more.
His speed and power were far greater than before as he threw a devastating, blood-red fist that tore through the air.
But as Prime Minister Mu expected, Li Feng... was smiling.
Li Feng's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as he looked at the incoming Mad Bull, who was now emitting faint traces of demonic qi.
"Demonic cultivator...?" Li Feng murmured softly.
He had only planned to teach this bastard a lesson and vent some frustration, but now... as a 'righteous' disciple, he had another duty to fulfill.
