All the students quickly helped Murong Cang up. As they looked at their pale-faced coach vomiting dark-colored blood, everyone felt sorry and guilty.
In an instant, Meng Xingyu had a look of discontent and anger. “Grandmaster Chu, even though we’ve offended you, you don’t have to act so mercilessly toward Professor Murong right?”
“That’s right, Professor Murong is already so old, and now you’ve even caused him to vomit blood.”
“Just because you’re a grandmaster does not mean you can do whatever you wish. You’re being too unreasonable.”
Murong Cang was a figure whom they thought highly of and had a special place in their hearts. Even though they knew that Chu Feng had a formidable battle strength, they still united at this moment and voiced out their disagreement for Murong Cang.
Even Yun Muyu had her mouth wide opened as she said in a displeased tone, “Brother, you’ve really crossed the line this time.”
Her impression of Chu Feng was that he was not such a short-tempered person; what had happened to him on this day?
“You guys are being presumptuous, don’t be disrespectful toward Grandmaster Chu! You guys have no clue on what is going on. Grandmaster Chu has just saved me.”
At that moment, Murong Cang, who was vomiting blood out from his mouth, suddenly shouted out. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Murong Cang had a look of joy on his face as he ran toward Chu Feng and dropped to his knees. “I, Murong Cang, thank you, Grandmaster Chu, for saving my life. I will never forget your grace.”
Chu Feng just stood there silently as he nodded his head calmly.
Meanwhile, Meng Xingyu and the rest of the disciples behind him were just astounded. “Professor Murong, w-what is going on?”
“That’s right, you were clearly vomiting blood from his hit just now. Why are you thanking him?”
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