A green ball of light emerged from his head, reflecting Zhao Yan's face.
He looked at Han Feng with a sense of trepidation.
Han Feng wielded the silver sword, ready to completely erase the green light from the world.
"Young friend, wait a moment. Could you spare my disciple for my sake?"
A kind-faced old man from the Star Moon Sect spoke up.
Han Feng's movements became noticeably slower, and he seemed unable to control the silver sword.
This man is Zhao Yan's master, named Song Ruohe, whose cultivation level has long since reached the Core Formation stage.
Song Ruohe said he wanted Han Feng to let Zhao Yan go, but in reality he wanted to use his power to force Han Feng to release Zhao Yan.
"I'm afraid that won't work."
Han Feng gave orders to the puppet maidservants beside him.
The maid puppet spat out a beam of light from its mouth, obliterating the green orb.
"You did a great job!"
Because of the presence of the Core Formation stage elder of Huangfeng Valley, Song Ruohe ultimately restrained his anger and did not make a move.
Han Feng put the maid puppet and the spoils from killing Zhao Yan into his storage bag, and then left the competition venue.
He had already left the competition venue, but no one could react for a long time.
These people were surprised by Han Feng's strength.
They were even more surprised by Han Feng's ruthlessness.
Many people were also surprised by Han Feng's courage in facing the questioning of a Core Formation stage cultivator.
Not only did they kill the other person's apprentice, they also took the apprentice's storage bag.
This is a situation where it's a fight to the death.
Han Feng didn't have much of a reaction to this; his thoughts were quite simple.
After killing Zhao Yan, he might only face retribution from his master.
Not killing Zhao Yan would be double the happiness, while simultaneously accepting the revenge of Zhao Yan and Zhao Yan's master.
People aren't stupid; they would all make the same choice as Han Feng.
"Chang Sheng, your disciple will not be worse than you in the future, and may even surpass you."
"Sometimes I really envy you. You have a successor, while I am nearing the end of my life and have yet to find a descendant to rely on."
Li Shenhai's lifespan is coming to an end, and his words come from the bottom of his heart.
Li Changsheng's expression was uncertain, especially after hearing that this disciple might surpass him.
It took him a long time to regain his composure: "It is my good fortune to have such an outstanding apprentice."
"You're exaggerating a bit. I think the master plays a bigger role. All the disciples around me are more talented than this Han Feng, but none of them are as talented as you, my little disciple."
"I didn't teach him anything; he did it all on his own."
"That's just you being too modest. I don't believe it."
Li Shenhai felt that Li Changsheng's modest words were excessive.
In fact, what he said was true; Han Feng really hadn't taught him anything.
My disciple's current achievements are likely due to some great opportunity.
This made Li Changsheng unable to resist his greed.
I have been cultivating for quite some time now, reaching the mid-stage of the Core Formation realm.
Perhaps the opportunities that his disciples obtain may also help him break through.
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