"Truly shameless. A monk hitting a woman, and even uses such a ruthless attack. These bald donkeys' usual claim of benevolence has gone completely to waste." Chu Feng curled his lips with a face full of mocking.

"God damn, what are you saying? You dare to disrespect Senior Dao Yuan? Do you want to die?!" Chu Feng's words attracted the furious gazes from the people of the Painting Sect. All of them pulled up their sleeves and wanted to give Chu Feng a lesson.

However, Chu Feng did not choose to ignore them this time. He suddenly raised the conical hat he was wearing. From his eyes shot a chilling glare that was like a sharp blade. He said icily, "If all of you wish to die, I don't mind sending you on a journey."

"You..."

At that instant, almost everyone who saw Chu Feng's gaze took several steps back in fear. Involuntarily, large amounts of cold sweat flowed down their bodies.

With that glimpse alone, it was as if they fell into an infinitely deep abyss, entered hell, and reincarnated back. It was too terrifying. The killing intent in his gaze was something they had simply never seen before.

And when they thought about their inability to see what level his cultivation was, they couldn't help but fear him.

Because that meant there were only two possibilities. The first was that he carried a treasure which concealed his cultivation very, very deeply. The other was that his cultivation was too powerful, and with their strength, they could not fathom it.

Even though they too felt disbelief, as long as they thought of the horrifying gaze just now, they couldn't help believing the second possibility. So, all of them no longer spoke, and turned their heads around in silence. They continued to look at the fighting stage and also secretly pulled apart the distance between them and Chu Feng, staying far from that uncertain, terrifying existence.

"This..." The big man who was explaining the situation Chu Feng also noticed such a change. Amazement and surprise filled the man's eyes. From his experience, he determined that the young man with a suave appearance and an age less than twenty was clearly not an ordinary person.

*boom*

"Ahh!"

Just at that moment, an explosion suddenly rang out on the fighting stage. The monk called Dao Yuan used a very powerful martial skill. Although Li Chan evaded it, she was still struck by the remnant shock waves. After Li Chan was struck, she flew through the air, and lay on the corner of the fighting stage. Her face was pale-white, akin to paper, and the blood on her left arm flowed incessantly. The outcome had been determined.

"He won. The monk of the Flash Gold Temple is indeed powerful. As expected of the strongest force of power in this region!" Seeing such a scene, many outsiders who were watching the show exclaimed endlessly. They were not concerned who won or who lost. They were only concerned with the excitement level of that fight.

*swish* But even when everyone knew the outcome had been firmly set, the monk called Dao Yuan did not stop. Like a leopard, he leaped and actually attacked the incomparably weak Li Chan. Judging by his momentum, he planned to take Li Chan's life.

"Stop!" The people from the Li family all panicked when they saw that. Especially so for the master of the Li family. He leaped forward and wanted to stop him himself.

However, just at that moment, a hand grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. It was Sect Head Ouyang.

At that instant, his face was full of smugness and he wore a despicable smile on his face. He said indifferently, "Family Master Li, we agreed this would be a fight between the younger generation! As a senior, how can you interfere? Do not break the rules!"

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MGA - Chapter 708

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MGA: Chapter 708 - Chu Feng Making His Move

"Sect Head Ouyang, you..." When he heard those words, the Li family's master thoroughly panicked. Particularly so when he turned around and discovered all his Li family's experts were bound by the Painting Sect's people, and as a result, no one could resolve Li Chan's plight.

His face was truly dead as ash, and his heart felt as though blades were cutting it. They had clearly plotted this for a long time, and at that instant, he finally understood their intentions. With the relationship the Painting Sect had with the Flash Gold Temple, they had absolutely no problem waltzing over to the Wolf Ivory Mountain and establishing a sect. He could do nothing to stop them.

As for the reason why they set up a fighting stage, they wanted him to personally witness his precious daughter beaten to death while remaining powerless to stop them. They wanted him to pay such a price for refusing their demand.

At that instant, the Li family's master, as well as everyone else from the Li family, couldn't help closing their eyes. They really could not bear seeing the scene of Li Chan being killed.

Seeing Dao Yuan attacking with power she was unable to defend against, Li Chan knew her life had reached its end as well. So, she did not harbour any hopes, and similarly, closed her eyes. However, she was different from others. It wasn't that she feared facing it, but because she had already given up.

When he saw this, Sect Head Ouyang was even smugger. He didn't believe the people observing outside the fighting stage would come out and help. After all, even if someone did, they would be committing suicide due to their strengths being much weaker. At present, his scheme had prevailed, so naturally, he was elated.

*whoosh*

However, just as everyone felt Li Chan was undoubtedly dead, a person leapt from the crowd. Not only did he stand stably atop the stage, he even landed before Li Chan. That person was, of course, Chu Feng.

"Even the people from the Li family don't care, yet you, an outsider, are looking to die. No problem, I will grant you your wish."

Determining that Chu Feng wasn't a person from the Li family by his clothes, not only did the monk called Dao Yuan not retract his attack, he even strengthened its power. The fist descended straight for Chu Feng's throat. He wanted to use such a punch to shatter Chu Feng's head.

"Hmph." But why would Chu Feng, who had used the power of two lightnings and possessed the cultivation of a rank one Martial Lord, fear the puny attack of the seventh level of the Heaven realm? Chu Feng stood where he landed, and did not even move a tiny bit, allowing the monk's attack to arrive.

*dang* When the fist crashed into Chu Feng, Dao Yuan's face changed greatly because when it slammed into Chu Feng, not only did his neck not burst like tofu, it was as if his own fist slammed into an unbreakable steel wall. His fist actually shattered with a puchi sound.