Only countless screams disappeared into the smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust cleared, only a blood-soaked figure remained standing there.

"Do you still have many men left?" Night Wind sneered as he put away Howling Wind.

Lei Zhengyuan's legs trembled, and with a "thud," he collapsed to the ground.

That's terrifying!

With a single sword strike, he killed over a thousand people, half of whom were Lei Zhengyuan's confidants.

Then there were his disciples, who, with a single strike, killed most of the martial arts practitioners on Hong Kong Island.

Lei Zhengyuan, once known as the god of martial arts in Hong Kong, now stares blankly at the night wind, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"My lord, spare my life! I deserve to die!"

"You deserve to die!"

"Forgive my blindness!"

"Bang bang bang!" Lei Zhengyuan kowtowed repeatedly.

"Please spare my life!"

Please!

The night breeze slowly descended from the void and came before Lei Zhengyuan.

"You came here for that map, didn't you?" Ye Feng grabbed Lei Zhengyuan and lifted him up from the ground.

"yes!"

"No, no, no... Sir, I absolutely did not mean that at all!"

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

"Waaah!"

A moment later, this martial arts expert, who was over fifty years old, burst into tears right in front of Ye Feng.

"I'll spare you, but you have to do me a favor!"

Ye Feng threw Lei Zhengyuan to the ground. At this moment, Lei Zhengyuan only thought about surviving. The young man in front of him was like a god.

He was relieved that Ye Feng hadn't killed him immediately, giving him a chance to beg for mercy.