The other Immortals watching this scene gasped sharply; initially, they thought this young man didn't amount to much, but it turned out they couldn't even catch sight of how he struck. Still, they were more than happy to watch that fellow being crushed to death by Tang Feng's hands.
With one less contender, the competition had thinned.
Clutched in Tang Feng's grip, the Immortal looked at those among the crowd—his two companions didn't show the slightest intention of helping him. "Old Li, Old Jiang, what's going on? Didn't we agree to share blessings and face calamities together? *Cough! Cough!*"
"Old Chen, you actually believed that? Sorry, but we're not ready to die just yet."
"Damn it, I must've been blind! I called you brothers, shared fine wine with you—if I survive, I swear I'll kill you both!" The Immortal named Chen roared in fury.
This grievance was profound.
