Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 430

Didn't I manage to escape? I should have a second chance at life, so why does Chu Feng want me dead?

There was nothing crueler than to give one hope and immediately take it away.

Chu Feng put his palm away and said calmly, "I've already warned you from the start. If Tang Sisi loses even a hair, your entire family dies with you. You've slapped her until her face is swollen, and you violated her dignity. I can't let you die so easily."

Chu Feng scanned the backyard and noticed two wolfhounds chained in a corner and barking ferociously. With a flick of his fingers, the chains around the wolfhounds' necks snapped in half.

The two wolfhounds followed the scent of blood and pounced on Huang Feihu's body. They began to devour his flesh and his organs.

To keep them feral, the two wolfhounds had been fed a diet of raw meat and live animals. Sometimes, Huang Feihu would feed the bodies of his enemies to the dogs. He did not expect he would be his pets' meal one day.

"Ahh! No! Stop it, you beasts! Please, I beg you! Kill me! Kill me…"

Huang Feihu screamed in agony as he could only helplessly watch the two wolfhounds tear away his body and organs. The screams only ceased ten minutes later.

The two wolfhounds ate everything. They spat out some bones and gristle before returning to their kennel. Not once did they feel any guilt for eating their owner.

Huang Shengshou went numb as he witnessed the horrific scene. The disciples and guests went weak. Some of them even threw up on the spot.

Huang Feihu, the grandmaster who terrorized Jiangbei, was reduced to a pile of gristle and bones. The thought itself was horrifying.

Chu Feng remained impassive. He glanced at Tang Sisi next to him and asked gently, "Are you satisfied with the result?"

Several disciples who considered themselves courageous stood out and waved their sabers. "Kill him!"

Chu Feng remained standing there. His clothes flapped gently in the night wind. He did not turn his head to look at the disciples who were charging at him but instead flicked a finger.

The sabers flew away from the disciples' hands and remained suspended in mid-air. As they trembled, their resonance created a low hum.

The disciples could only watch helplessly as Chu Feng flicked his fingers again. The sabers fell from the sky like a rain of silver and created a sea of blood.

Rows of heads fell to the ground and split apart like watermelons.