Only by seeing Lu Feng beheaded with his own eyes could he wash away the humiliation he had suffered before.
Only then can he relieve the hatred in his heart.
Matsushita Beichen gave an order, and the four middle-aged warriors, including dozens of disciples, all looked at Lu Feng.
They were ready to join forces and kill Lu Feng as quickly as possible.
For them, as long as they can achieve their goals, they don't care about the process at all.
Therefore, they will not have any fair duel with Lu Feng.
Killing Lu Feng is what they want to do.
Dozens of disciples, now with the four top warriors by their side, were confident and looked at Lu Feng without fear.
They had completely forgotten how frightened and frightened they were when they faced Lu Feng before.
"You, dare to attack me?"
Lu Feng slowly turned his head and looked at the dozens of disciples.
Although, he did not take the strength of these dozens of disciples seriously.
However, these four middle-aged warriors are indeed not weak in strength.
If Lu Feng was fighting with them, and these disciples kept attacking from the side, Lu Feng would be attacked from both sides.
Therefore, Lu Feng wanted to scare them first.
Hearing Lu Feng ask this, dozens of disciples were slightly stunned.
"Lu Feng, you are so naive!"
"They were afraid of you before, that's because I wasn't here."
"Now that I'm standing here and giving orders personally, you still want to scare them?"
"It's just a big joke!"
When Matsushita Beichen saw this scene, his eyes were full of sneers.
But Lu Feng didn't look at him, but looked at these disciples with meaningful eyes.
"I'll ask again."
"Do you dare to attack me?"
Lu Feng asked again with a joking look on his face.
But among the dozens of disciples, no one answered the call.
They couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, do they dare to take action against Lu Feng?
If he really takes action against Lu Feng, what kind of fate will he get?
The more they thought about it, the heartbeats of these disciples could not help but accelerate.
"Answer me."
Lu Feng suddenly took a step forward, his gaze directed towards dozens of disciples like lightning.
"Whoa!"
Dozens of ordinary disciples all took a step back, as if their bodies were out of control.
At this moment, the whole place was dead silent.
Matsushita Beichen's face flushed red. He did not expect that Lu Feng had such a powerful deterrent in the hearts of these disciples.
Just a look or a word can frighten these people into retreating?
"Baga!"
Matsushita Beichen was furious, and the wound on his chest began to feel severe pain again.
But at this time, how could those disciples have time to care about him?
In their minds, they couldn't help but think of the first time Lu Feng came to visit.
That day, Lu Feng's cold eyes and cruel methods left a very deep impression on them.
And when Lu Feng defeated Fujiki's masters, he was even more decisive and frightening.
These ordinary disciples would even dream about Lu Feng in their nightmares.
It was really a kind of fear that came from the heart.
Lu Feng's face was like a nightmare that lingered in their hearts.
After Matsushita Beichen and the four guardians of the sect came back, they were so excited that they followed Matsushita Beichen's words and returned to the sect.
But now, after Lu Feng once again showed his cold aura, these disciples all fell silent.
In this extremely quiet situation, they could even hear their own heartbeats.
"Baga! Come on! Come on!"
Matsushita Beichen was shaking with anger, but none of the disciples moved.
No one even answered his words.
"Dare you, or don't you dare?"
With a sneer in his eyes, Lu Feng stepped forward again and shouted.
"No, I don't dare!"
The young man standing at the front of the crowd shook his head subconsciously and answered.
The other disciples were silent for less than two seconds and also shook their heads.
Matsushita Beichen sat down on the chair with a plop, gritting his teeth.
"If you don't dare, then are you here waiting to die?"
Lu Feng spoke slowly, and the smile on his face became brighter.
"Whoa!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dozens of ordinary disciples turned around in unison and walked towards the door.
"Let's go now! Let's go now!"
Dozens of disciples didn't even look at Panasonic Beichen, and were about to leave here quickly.
"Whoever dares to leave, I will definitely find you and kill you!"
Matsushita Beichen was so angry that he slapped the armrest of the chair with his palms.
The armrest of the chair made of solid wood was broken by his palm and fell to the ground.