118: Chapter 118 If I kill him, will there be any trouble?

Kui's expression darkened, nearly choking to death from Jiang Feng's words, "I am your father."

He, the First War Slave of the Chilian Tribe and the strongest male slave under Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, had never suffered such a humiliating insult before!

"You! Are! Seeking! Death!"

These four words were squeezed out from between his teeth. Kui's Aura erupted violently, causing the mountain rock beneath his feet to shatter instantly, sending debris flying.

Jiang Feng lifted his eyelids, his tone indifferent.

"Think clearly before you make a move. I have a bad temper, and if I can't hold back, I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."

This extreme disdain caused Kui's handsome face to twist; he had never imagined he would be treated with such contempt.

"Shameless bragging! Today, I will let you know what the First War Slave is truly capable of!"

Before the words had even faded, a white blur flashed, and Kui was already right in front of Jiang Feng!

He threw a punch, the force of which tore through the air, heading straight for Jiang Feng's face.

Shangguan Wuqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and the two Black Cloud Guards behind her subconsciously tensed their bodies.

However, Jiang Feng merely tilted his head slightly, dodging the attack while feeling even more disdain for this First War Slave, who took pride in being a slave.

"In the end, you are still just a slave."

That powerful punch whistled past the tip of his nose, the wind from the strike blowing his white hair backward.

Having missed his strike, astonishment flashed in Kui's eyes. However, he was extremely experienced in combat; twisting his waist, his other fist transformed into a heavy hammer, sweeping toward Jiang Feng's midsection.

Jiang Feng seemed to have predicted all his movements and retreated half a step.

Once again, by a hair's breadth, he dodged perfectly.

"Too slow."

Jiang Feng shook his head, a look of boredom even appearing on his face. Kui's attacks became more ferocious, and his speed increased.

While dodging Kui's storm-like attacks, Jiang Feng turned his head to look at Shangguan Wuqing, who was standing to the side.

"Shangguan Wuqing, let me ask you something."

His voice was not loud; it was casual, and his breathing was steady.

"If I kill him, will there be any trouble?"

As soon as these words were spoken, even the wind on the mountaintop seemed to pause.

Kui, who was attacking frantically, suddenly stiffened, his eyes instantly bloodshot.

Humiliation!

This man actually had the leisure to ask someone else about the consequences of killing him while in the middle of a fight!

He didn't take him seriously at all!

The two Black Cloud Guards looked at Jiang Feng with expressions as if they were looking at a madman.

Even on Shangguan Wuqing's frozen face, a rare ripple of emotion appeared.

She took a deep look at Jiang Feng; this man was even more arrogant and stronger than she had imagined.

She knew Kui's strength very well; even if she went all out, defeating him would cost her something. Yet now, in front of Jiang Feng, he looked like a clown who was trying with all his might but couldn't even touch his opponent.

She knew that Jiang Feng was not joking; he had truly developed the intent to kill.

"No trouble."

Two words were gently uttered from her red lips.

Receiving this answer, Jiang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good."

It was precisely these two words that completely ignited Kui's sanity!

"Ahhhhh! I want you to die!"

Kui let out a roar, no longer holding anything back, as a power even more violent than before surged from within his body.

His attack pattern changed; with every punch he threw, the power and speed stacked upon each other in a bizarre way!

It was that Cultivation Technique again!

Jiang Feng recognized that this was identical to the Cultivation Technique Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei used when fighting him.

However, Kui's application was much cruder and more unrefined than when Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei used it.

Jiang Feng did not immediately deal a lethal blow.

Instead, he became interested and wanted to see where the limit of this Cultivation Technique truly lay.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded on the mountaintop.

The man in white looked like a mad demon, his fists flying, his Aura growing stronger with every punch.

Yet Jiang Feng was strolling leisurely, dodging every attack perfectly by a hair's breadth each time.

The fifth punch!

The tenth punch!

Kui's speed grew faster and faster, his power stronger and stronger; his entire body was shrouded in a faint layer of blood mist, and his eyes were blood-red.

The fourteenth punch!

This was the limit his Physical Body could withstand, but even after throwing the punch, it was still easily dodged by Jiang Feng. Kui felt a profound sense of humiliation.

"Die!" With a violent shout, Kui threw another punch.

The fifteenth punch.

When he threw this desperate fifteenth punch, the veins all over his body bulged like coiled Dragons beneath his skin, and his entire right arm swelled up in size!

"Die!"

Kui roared, gathering all his strength into this strike, and slammed it fiercely toward Jiang Feng's chest! This punch was fast to the extreme; Jiang Feng had no way to dodge, so he activated the Small Golden Body Art, preparing to take the blow head-on.

However, at the very moment the fist was about to touch Jiang Feng's body.

Kui's movements froze.

His thrown fist stopped in mid-air, his face flushed red instantly, and he stood there dumbfounded.

"Wah!"

A mouthful of scalding blood sprayed out wildly.

The backlash of the Cultivation Technique!

His Physical Body simply could not withstand the terrifying power stacked by the fifteenth punch!

Jiang Feng stopped his movements, looking at him with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"What a pity; I still wanted to see the limit of this Cultivation Technique."

He shook his head as if talking to himself, then put away his playful demeanor, killing intent appearing in his eyes.

"Since you are already useless."

"Then go to hell!"

The moment the words fell, Jiang Feng took a step forward!

He also threw a punch, with perfect speed and power, striking Kui in the chest.

There was no loud noise.

Only a dull, "squelch" sound of flesh being pierced.

Kui's body was not sent flying.

He froze in place, slowly lowering his head, looking at his own chest in disbelief.

There, a bloody hole had appeared, piercing through from front to back.

He could even see, through that bloody hole, the charred mountain rock behind him, and behind the rock, Xiao Mei's jaw-dropped face.

Even in death, Kui could not understand.

Why...

He was... the First War Slave...

How dare... Jiang Feng... kill him...

Countless questions and unwillingness flashed through his mind, but he would never get the answer.

The light in Kui's eyes faded rapidly.

Thud.

His body fell straight backward, slamming into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, frozen in incomprehensible astonishment.

The mountaintop was deathly silent.

The two Black Cloud Guards were as stiff as statues, looking at Kui's corpse and then at Jiang Feng, their faces filled with nothing but utter terror.

Shangguan Wuqing also narrowed her eyes.

She had anticipated that Jiang Feng could win, but she had not expected him to win so cleanly and decisively.

One punch! Clean and decisive.

To what level of strength had this man reached now?

Jiang Feng withdrew his fist and leisurely wiped the blood from his hand onto his clothes, as if it weren't human blood, but just a stain he had accidentally picked up.

After doing all this, he raised his head, his gaze falling upon the two Black Cloud Guards who were staring at him with eyes as if they were looking at a monster.

He grinned.

"Hey."

"Lend me your blades for a moment."