"No match for me!"
Chu Feng sneered.
Swoosh!!!
Immediately, Chu Feng's cold gaze swept over the remaining members of the Lingxiao Pavilion present.
At once, the group of Lingxiao Pavilion people looked at Chu Feng with eyes full of fear,
Each of them shivering as if faced with the King of Hell.
"Get lost!"
Chu Feng said coldly.
He had no interest in dealing with this group of people.
Hearing Chu Feng's words, the disciples and elders of the Lingxiao Pavilion felt like they were granted amnesty and fled without a word.
"Stop!"
However, at this moment, Chu Feng suddenly spoke.
The Lingxiao Pavilion people froze, their hearts hanging in suspense once again.
"Do you know how to leave this forest?"
Chu Feng asked coldly.
"My lord, this forest is named Mist Forest, a perilous place on the Immortal Spirit Continent. To get out, you must possess a map!"
At this moment, an elder of the Lingxiao Pavilion spoke up.
"Hand over the map!"
Chu Feng demanded coldly.
