200: Chapter 200 You bitch, it's your turn...

The moment the words fell, a flash of hidden madness and ruthlessness crossed the depths of City Lords Wife's eyes.

In truth, she had known all along that begging for mercy was useless!

Therefore, everything was merely a tactic to distract her opponent. With a covert glance, City Lords Wife immediately looked towards the ruins at her side.

"Little beast, go to hell!"

Steward Duan, who had been lying limp in the ruins and appeared to be on the verge of death, suddenly erupted into action.

His old eyes were filled with madness and the determination to perish together. The Origin essence blood belonging to his Half-step Golden Core cultivation burned wildly at this moment.

He transformed into a shocking flying shuttle burning with tragic, blood-colored flames, launching a frantic sneak attack from Qin Feng's blind spot.

This strike was a counterattack fueled by burning essence blood. It was so fast that it plowed a blood-colored path dozens of zhang long through the air.

"Heavenly Tyrant Body — Suppress Mountains and Rivers!"

Without the slightest surprise, Qin Feng let out a cold snort. He did not even turn his head as the power of his Heavenly Tyrant Body erupted explosively from within him.

A terrifying pressure, domineering to the extreme and intent on suppressing all things under heaven and shattering the universe, suddenly erupted from him as the center, venting wildly outward.

The rapidly approaching blood-colored flying shuttle saw its speed instantly plummet in the face of this power that suppressed all directions.

Qin Feng abruptly turned around, clenched his right fist, and struck out like a dragon aiming for the heart!

"Boom!"

His fist slammed heavily into Steward Duan's chest, the domineering force unreasonably destroying all of his defenses.

"Bang!"

Under the shocked gazes of countless people, Steward Duan, a Half-step Golden Core, didn't even have time to let out a scream before his entire body was violently exploded by that single punch, turning into a cloud of miserable blood mist that slowly dissipated in the air.

However, before the crowd could recover from the shock of Steward Duan's death...

"Swish!"

A faint but chillingly cold sword light suddenly stabbed out from the shadows of the blood mist without any warning!

It was City Lords Wife!

Taking advantage of the blood mist and the visual blind spot created by Steward Duan's blood-burning attack, she poured all of her remaining True Essence into the third-grade supreme "Soft Water Sword" in her hand, executing a throat-sealing strike that was never taught outside of the City Lord's Mansion.

This sword strike was silent, extremely tricky, and aimed straight for the throat!

"Go to hell, little beast."

City Lords Wife's expression was ferocious, her beautiful eyes filled with crazed killing intent.

At such close range, the chilling wind from the sword tip had already pricked the skin on Qin Feng's throat.

However, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth slowly curled into a cruel and mocking sneer.

In the face of his Heavenly Tyrant Body Divine Sense and terrifying Physical Body reaction speed, City Lords Wife's supposedly lethal sneak attack was as slow as a turtle crawling.

"Hum!"

Just as the sword tip was half an inch from his throat, Qin Feng's right hand shot out like lightning, and with his bare hand, he firmly clamped onto the razor-sharp tip of the Soft Water Sword.

"Screech!"

A harsh metallic scraping sound rang out. The violent True Essence on the longsword instantly dissipated into nothingness under the grinding of the dark golden blood energy in Qin Feng's hand.

"You... this... how is this possible?!"

City Lords Wife's pretty face instantly turned pale, her beautiful eyes filled with terror and despair.

She tried her best to pull back the longsword, but the tip remained motionless as if it were embedded in ten-thousand-year profound iron.

Meeting the woman's terrified gaze, Qin Feng grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth. His voice was like a devil's whisper:

"Bitch, I will make you understand what fear is."

After the words fell.

Qin Feng's right hand suddenly exerted force, and the pure Physical Body power of his Heavenly Tyrant Body exploded from within.

"Crack!"

The longsword, capable of cutting iron like mud, was instantly crushed into countless tiny iron fragments under the unreasonable pinching of Qin Feng's fingers, as if it were fragile ice crystal, clattering to the ground.

"Ah!"

City Lords Wife's tiger's mouth was split open by the recoil, dripping with blood.

Before she could even retreat, Qin Feng let out a cold snort, raised his right foot, and delivered a fierce, violent kick, slamming it heavily into her flat lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

"Pfft!"

A dull thud accompanied by the sound of breaking bones rang out. City Lords Wife felt an agonizing, churning pain in her lower abdomen...

She let out a pained, miserable shriek, and her entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string for over a dozen zhang, smashing heavily into a screen deep within the main hall, shattering the luxurious golden-silk nanmu screen into pieces.

Instinctively curling her body, she lay limp in the ruins, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Her face was as pale as paper, and she no longer possessed even a fraction of the prestige she had as the City Lord's wife.

Meanwhile, Gu Teng, who had been hiding in the back, witnessed the tragic scene of Steward Duan being blasted into a blood mist and City Lords Wife being kicked away. He was scared out of his wits, his liver and gallbladder splitting in terror.

"Madman... this brat is a complete madman..."

Gu Teng trembled violently, his lips quivering.

He knew that remaining here meant certain death!

Making a decisive decision, he frantically circulated his remaining True Essence, transforming into a pathetic streak of light, scrambling and crawling as he fled desperately toward the entrance of the main hall.

However, he had just reached the entrance of the main hall and hadn't even had time to show a look of relief.

"Whoosh!"

A cold and violent gust of wind suddenly whistled past his ears.

Qin Feng, dressed in black, moved like a ghost, leaving a trail of cyan afterimages in the Void Realm. With an incomprehensible speed, he abruptly blocked Gu Teng's path.

"Bang!"

Gu Teng couldn't stop in time and was so scared that he plopped down onto the floor.

He slowly raised his head, only to be met by a pair of cold black eyes filled with mockery, cruelty, and the playfulness of a cat playing with a mouse.

Qin Feng looked down at Gu Teng, who was sitting on the floor, with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently:

"Why are you running? Weren't you laughing very happily just now? Why aren't you laughing anymore?!"

"Qin... Young Hero Qin... Ancestor Qin..."

Looking at the handsome face so close by, Gu Teng was scared until his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. He frantically scooted backward while kowtowing and begging for mercy, his face covered in tears and snot in his terror:

"This old man knows he was wrong. It was this old man who had dog eyes and looked down on others; I shouldn't have provoked you time and again!"

"I beg you, please just let me go like a fart. I have Spirit Stones, I will give you all of the Gu family's cultivation resources, just please spare my dog life!!"

The sound of his shameless begging echoed through the main hall, filled with despair and pleading.

"Spare your life?"

Qin Feng looked down at him, the corners of his mouth curling into a wicked arc:

"When you were at the Sunset City gate earlier, in front of so many people, saying you wanted to extract my soul and refine my marrow, did you ever think about sparing my life? When you sent Iron Hawk to surround and kill me with beast luring powder during the beast tide, did you ever think about letting me go?!"

"Remember, in your next life, keep your eyes open."

"No... no... don't kill me, Wife save me! City Lord save me—!!"

Gu Teng let out a desperate, miserable shriek.

However, Qin Feng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. He slowly brought his palm down, carrying a wind force that could tear everything apart, and brought it down heavily onto Gu Teng's head.

"Pfft!"

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Gu Teng's head exploded like a watermelon. The headless corpse twitched twice, collapsed with a thud, and completely lost all signs of life.

Casually wiping the blood from his hand, Qin Feng slowly stood up and scanned everyone in the main hall with an indifferent gaze.

Finally, his gaze landed on City Lords Wife, who was curled up in the ruins:

"Bitch, it is your turn..."