The strange death of the previous Martial Artist instilled a deep-seated fear among the dozen or so other Martial Artists. This inexplicable and bizarre manner of death was something none of them had ever witnessed before.
The only one who understood all this was Zuo Feng himself, yet even he wouldn't say he fully comprehended it. Up to now, he hadn't figured out exactly what kind of entity this violent Spiritual Energy belonged to. He only vaguely knew that this rampant Spiritual Energy was fundamentally different from the Spiritual Energy he had absorbed during his past cultivation.
The dozen or so bandits now all pulled out their weapons, but none were willing to be the first to charge forward. After all, they weren't sure what method Zuo Feng had used to kill their companion.
