"Yes!" Faced with Lin Yuanshan's serious questioning, Lin Feng remained calm and did not deny it. To him, there was nothing to deny.
In the martial world, killing is the most normal thing.
"Where? How many did you kill?"
Hearing Lin Feng admit it, Lin Yuanshan's firm face showed two slightly raised thick eyebrows, revealing a gaze like that of a tiger or wolf.
"In Senhai, about thirty people I guess!"
Lin Feng's body instantly tensed. He could barely resist pure mental pressure, but Lin Yuanshan's oppression, which clearly contained martial arts momentum, was not something a First Grade Martial Artist like him could resist.
"At least an Eighth Grade Martial Artist, possibly Ninth Grade!" Lin Feng secretly thought.
He didn't know the exact strength of his grandfather or what level of Demon Spirit he had refined, but to become a general, he certainly wasn't a simple character.
"Senhai!"
