196: Chapter 196 I said he must die today...!

Over the next day and night, Qin Feng took the two women and wreaked havoc outside the South City Wall.

Having achieved a Breakthrough to the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, awakened the Tyrant Body "Suppressing Mountains and Rivers," and wielding powerful Martial Skills such as "Thunder Punishment for All Living Things," Qin Feng was nothing short of a ruthless killing machine on the battlefield.

Wherever he went, swaths of Yao Beasts were either blasted into dust by lightning or shattered by his punches.

Led by Qin Feng, with the efforts of many Loose Cultivators and the desperate resistance of the City Lord's Mansion guards, the once fiercely aggressive beast tide finally retreated like a receding tide after paying the heavy price of tens of thousands of Yao Beasts, leaving behind scorched earth and the corpses of Yao Beasts.

Sunset City was saved...

"It's finally over." Zhao Simin leaned against the city wall, somewhat exhausted, and let out a heavy sigh of relief as she watched the retreating beast herd.

Qin Feng retracted his flying daggers, brushed the blood off his long robe, and a chilling, sinister light flashed in his eyes as he sneered, "Let's go, back to the city. We'll go to the City Lord's Mansion to collect our rewards and settle some old scores while we're at it!"

The two women felt a chill in their hearts; they naturally knew what "scores" Qin Feng was referring to.

The three of them immediately turned around and strode towards the City Lord's Mansion in the center of the city, following the chaotic flow of people.

Sunset City, City Lord's Mansion Main Hall.

At this moment, the main hall was bustling with people. A large number of Cultivators who had survived the beast tide were gathered there, their faces filled with exhaustion, yet they stared expectantly at a huge stone tablet in the center of the hall.

On the stone tablet, countless golden rays of light flickered, recording the contribution points of every Cultivator who had participated in the battle.

"Haha, I earned thirty thousand contribution points this time. I can exchange them for quite a few Foundation Condensing Pills!"

"I exchanged for a Tier 3 Low Grade longsword. This wave wasn't a loss."

Amidst the noisy discussions, Qin Feng walked in with Bai Qi and Zhao Simin.

Their arrival immediately drew the attention of many Cultivators in the hall. The surrounding noisy discussions instantly died down, and many people looked at Qin Feng with eyes full of awe and fear.

After all, that terrifying punch outside the South City Wall that suppressed the mountains and rivers had left too deep a psychological shadow on them.

"Young Master Qin, your total contribution points are 8.4 million. May I ask what rewards you would like to exchange for?"

The City Lord's Mansion deacon in charge of registration looked at Qin Feng, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He stuttered as he tremblingly handed over a precious exchange list.

8.4 million contribution points! This was an astronomical figure that was almost despair-inducing.

Qin Feng took the list and scanned it rapidly, quickly locking onto the name of a Magic Treasure that exuded a faint Aura of wind and thunder.

"Tier 3 High Grade flying Magical Artifact—Wind Thunder Sword, exchange price: 8 million contribution points."

"I'll exchange for that one." Qin Feng pointed at it.

"Yes, Young Master Qin, please wait a moment."

The deacon agreed hurriedly, and with the fastest speed in his life, he brought out an exquisite purple sandalwood box from the City Lord's Mansion's treasury.

The wooden box was opened, and a longsword with a sky-blue body, faint lightning patterns flowing on the blade, and exuding a violent wind and thunder Aura, lay quietly inside.

Qin Feng grabbed the longsword. He felt a slight chill upon touching it, and a gentle humming of wind and thunder resonated from within the blade.

"Good sword!"

He sneered, bent his finger to slice his fingertip, and a drop of dark red essence blood instantly dripped onto the blade.

"Hum—!" The Wind Thunder Sword let out a crisp sword hum, instantly turning into a sky-blue stream of light that submerged into his Dantian, completing the blood-binding ritual.

"Congratulations to Young Master Qin on obtaining such a supreme treasure." The deacon wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and offered a dry, ingratiating smile.

At this time, the reward exchange in the main hall was nearing its end.

Steward Duan, the stern-faced butler who had been standing at the head of the main hall, slowly stood up. He surveyed the crowd below, his tone flat yet permeated with an unquestionable majesty, and said indifferently, "Everyone, the beast tide has retreated, and the rewards have been distributed. The City Lord's Mansion needs to reorganize its defenses and will be closed to visitors. Everyone, please return."

As his voice fell, the guards in the main hall stepped forward in unison and shouted loudly, "Escort the guests out—!!"

Seeing this, the surrounding Loose Cultivators tactfully cupped their hands in a salute and prepared to turn and leave.

However, just as everyone was moving to leave, Qin Feng remained standing in place, motionless.

He slowly raised his head, and a slender, powerful finger slowly extended, pointing straight at Gu Teng, who was hiding behind Steward Duan, his face deathly pale and his expression somewhat evasive.

"Wait!" A cold and domineering voice suddenly exploded in the main hall like a thunderclap on a clear day, instantly causing the people who were about to leave to stop in their tracks.

Qin Feng stared at Gu Teng, his eyes flashing with undisguised, icy killing intent, and said coldly, word by word, "Trouble the City Lord's Mansion to hand over Gu Teng. This person harmed me first; I, Qin, absolutely do not accept letting him live in this world!"

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the main hall instantly dropped to freezing point.

Gu Teng, who had been secretly rejoicing that he had escaped unscathed, instantly turned deathly pale. He gritted his teeth hard, his eyes full of resentment and fear, and looked towards Steward Duan in front of him for help.

Steward Duan's graying eyebrows furrowed tightly. He looked at the young man below, a flash of displeasure and majesty passing through his aged eyes, and his voice turned cold: "Young Master Qin, the matter has already ended. Now, you have no right to remain in the City Lord's Mansion, and this place will not tolerate anyone being presumptuous. I ask you to leave immediately!"

Hearing Steward Duan's backing, Gu Teng, who was hiding behind, breathed a sigh of relief. As if he had found a backer, he poked his head out from behind Steward Duan somewhat provocatively, a malicious sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth, and mocked, "Kid, you want to kill me, right? Unfortunately for you, the City Lord's Mansion is not a place where you can run wild. With Steward Duan and the City Lord here, what do you think you are?!"

Listening to the provocation, a cruel arc slowly curled at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth. He took a step forward, and the True Essence within his body erupted without reservation in that instant. Dark golden blood energy turned into a tangible pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, with blue electric arcs faintly jumping wildly around his body. His Aura was like a rainbow, shaking the entire main hall until it trembled violently.

"I said you must die today!" Qin Feng replied coldly.

Seeing that the other party refused to let it go, Steward Duan's expression finally changed. He stepped forward, and his terrifying True Essence, belonging to a Half-step Golden Core, instantly boiled over, sweeping out and covering the sky.

"Young friend!" Steward Duan scolded. His voice contained True Essence, sounding like a great bell, deafening, "This old man knows you have extraordinary strength, but the City Lord's Mansion has a Legacy of a hundred years and a deep foundation; it is not a place where anyone can be presumptuous. I will advise you one more time: please withdraw, and do not bring ruin upon yourself!!"

The air emitted harsh "chi chi" explosions under the collision of the two terrifying pressures. The surrounding Cultivators were all scared deathly pale and retreated repeatedly, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Facing Steward Duan's strong threats and oppression, the young man in black standing in the center of the main hall suddenly lowered his head and let out a somewhat strange sneer.

"Hehe..." Qin Feng slowly raised his head and asked word by word, "What if I say no?!"