Going Head-On with the Murder Emperor Sect

"Bastard, how dare you break my fingers!? I am from the Murder Emperor Sect!" the young man in black cursed at Qingfeng Li.

Qingfeng Li only wanted to teach the guy a lesson, but the young man was cursing at him.

Qingfeng Li's eyes shone with murderous intent. He reached out his right hand and held the man by his neck, lifting him up until his feet couldn't reach the ground.

The young man's face turned pale and his eyes filled with terror. He threatened loudly, "Let me down! I am from the Murder Emperor Sect and our sect master is right behind me. Are you sick living already?"

"What a bunch of crap! How annoying." Qingfeng Li sneered as he squeezed his hand harder down on the young man's neck. Crack! He snapped it all of a sudden.

He randomly threw the dead body onto the ground and continued walking without even looking at it.