Punishment

All the Autumn Dew Mountain's disciples who rushed into the arena were sent flying by Lu Zhou. His precise control caused their blood and qi to surge and caused their arms to go numb. It was only for Chen Fu's sake that he did not kill them. Even then, just this move alone was enough to bring fear into their hearts.

Lu Zhou looked at the people lying on the ground in pain with his hands on his back before he said, "As Chen Fu's disciple, you actually launched a sneak attack? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"He's a diabolic cultivator!" Zhang Xiaoruo protested as he clutched his chest with one hand and pointed at Duanmu Sheng with the other hand. He had mustered up all his courage to speak up.

"Shut up!" At this moment, Chen Fu rose to his feet. He had long been in a bad mood and could no longer contain his anger.