68: Chapter 68 A scion of a noble family? Chief retainer? Kill him!

"Lin... Lord Lin?"

Zhao Kai was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he clutched his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly.

"Hahahaha! Wei Tiancheng, has your brain rotted? You're calling this brat 'Lord'? And you want me to apologize to him?"

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a trace of sinister coldness.

"It seems you've been away for too long and forgotten the rules of my Zhao family." He signaled to a servant behind him. "A-Da, go and teach our cousin Tiancheng what 'hierarchy and respect' mean."

"Yes, Young Lord!"

The servant named A-Da stepped forward at the command. He was burly, with bulging temples and a majestic Aura; he was actually an expert at the ninth level of the True Qi Realm!

Without any nonsense, he kicked off the ground, his body moving like a tiger as he threw a punch straight toward Wei Tiancheng's face!

The wind from the punch whistled, heavy and powerful.

Facing this earth-shattering punch, there wasn't the slightest hint of panic in Wei Tiancheng's eyes.

Over the past two months, although his cultivation hadn't progressed much, following Lin Feng every day and witnessing those artistic 'one-hit kills' had completely transformed his grasp of combat timing.

He didn't clash head-on with A-Da. With a slight sidestep, his longsword darted out like a spirit snake, stabbing toward the opening under A-Da's ribs at an extremely tricky angle.

This Move of 'avoiding the solid to strike the hollow' forced A-Da to pull back his punch mid-way and turn to block.

Clang!

Fist and sword collided with a crisp sound. Both men took a step back, appearing evenly matched.

"Interesting."

A flash of surprise crossed A-Da's eyes, and his subsequent attacks became even more ferocious.

However, Wei Tiancheng remained calm and unhurried. He utilized the 'minimalist' combat philosophy he had learned from Lin Feng to its fullest extent.

He didn't seek flashy Moves, only the most efficient way to attack his enemy's weaknesses.

For a time, sword light flickered and the clanging of metal was incessant; the two were locked in a stalemate.

The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded.

"Who would have thought Wei Tiancheng's combat experience was so seasoned! Despite having similar cultivation to his opponent, he can always anticipate the enemy's Moves and keep them suppressed!"

Zhao Kai's expression also turned ugly. He hadn't expected Wei Tiancheng's strength to have improved so much!

"Useless! Everyone, attack together!"

In a fit of rage, he gave the order. The seven or eight servants behind him, along with Zhao Kai himself, drew their weapons and lunged at Wei Tiancheng!

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Wei Tiancheng's pressure instantly multiplied, and he was forced into a steady retreat, his situation becoming precarious.

However, facing this shameless act of bullying through numbers, Chu Mengxi, Meng Kuo, and the others merely watched coldly, with no intention of stepping in to help.

This was Wei Tiancheng's own hurdle; no one else's help would matter.

Of course, the most crucial point was that Lin Feng had not spoken.

Seeing this, Zhao Kai became even more arrogant.

While directing his subordinates to gang up on Wei Tiancheng, he pointed at Lin Feng and the others, mocking them with everything he had.

"Your colleague is being mobbed, and not a single one of you dares to step forward! This is truly an eye-opener! With this kind of pathetic character, you're fit to represent a whole commandery in the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Tournament? You'd better pack your bags and crawl back to your backwater holes early, lest you embarrass yourselves in the provincial capital!"

Right then, Lin Feng, who had been leaning against the doorframe as if about to fall asleep, finally moved.

He slowly straightened his body and stepped out, walking unhurriedly into the center of the fray.

He didn't emit any powerful Aura, nor did he say any harsh words; he just stood there calmly.

Yet the noisy courier station seemed to have its mute button pressed. Everyone's eyes focused on him simultaneously.

Zhao Kai and his men, who were mobbing Wei Tiancheng, subconsciously stopped their actions and looked suspiciously at this sudden "peacemaker."

Wei Tiancheng, as if granted a general amnesty, retreated behind Lin Feng, panting heavily. The look he gave Lin Feng was full of gratitude and... awe.

He knew that this man was finally going to take action.

"And what kind of thing are you? You dare to meddle in this Young Master's business?"

Zhao Kai sized Lin Feng up. Seeing his youth and restrained Aura, he took him for an ignorant greenhorn who didn't know his place.

Lin Feng didn't answer. He just calmly scanned Zhao Kai and the servants behind him, asking flatly:

"None of you are from the Demon Suppression Division, correct?"

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Kai said proudly, "This Young Master is a direct descendant of the Qingzhou Zhao family. How can we be compared to you hounds?"

"Very well."

Lin Feng nodded, his expression remaining as calm as a still pond.

"In the presence of a Bronze Medal Envoy of the Demon Suppression Division, commoners dare to provoke and even publicly mob him?"

His voice suddenly turned cold, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire area.

"According to the laws of Great Xia, the Demon Suppression Division is not to be insulted. This is contempt for the imperial court and an act of public rebellion. The punishment is death."

"Now, I will give you a chance."

"Everyone, drop your weapons, kneel, and accept your death."

"I might even consider leaving your corpses intact."

How domineering these words were, how arrogant!

The surrounding onlookers were all stunned.

"Who... who is this kid? He's got a big mouth! Does he even know who he's facing?"

"Crazy! Absolutely insane! He actually dares to tell a direct scion of the Zhao family to kneel and die?"

Zhao Kai was fuming with rage. Pointing at Lin Feng, he laughed out of sheer anger. "Make me kneel? What kind of thing are you? Do you even know who I am? I—"

However, before he could finish, Lin Feng moved.

He simply took a casual step forward.

Hum—!

The Life-Slaying Blade let out a soft ring!

An indescribable, terrifying killing intent that seemed to come from the depths of Hell instantly shrouded the entire courier station!

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone felt as if an invisible hand was clutching their throats, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

Zhao Kai and his servants, who were directly facing this killing intent, were especially terrified, their Souls Flying Away and Spirits Scattering!

They felt as if they were facing not a human, but an ancient demon god walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

That pure killing intent, devoid of any Impurities, made their survival instincts from the depths of their Souls let out the most shrill screams!

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Zhao Kai and his group of overbearing servants seemed to have had their bones removed. Their legs buckled, and uncontrollably, they all knelt on the ground in unison, dropping their weapons everywhere and shaking like sieves.

"I... I..."

Zhao Kai knelt on the ground, his face pale and his teeth chattering, unable to finish a single sentence.

He finally understood why Wei Tiancheng had been scared into that state.

"Stop!"

Just then.

An old yet powerful shout exploded in the station like a clap of thunder!

Following that, a grey figure with an Aura as deep as an abyss appeared like a ghost in front of Zhao Kai, firmly protecting him.

It was an old man with a withered face, dressed in ordinary grey cloth clothes. He looked unremarkable, but the terrifying pressure of a Peak ninth-level Danyuan Realm expert emanating from him made everyone present feel a sense of suffocation!

"It's the Zhao family's enshrined expert, 'Elder Kumu'!"

As soon as Elder Kumu appeared, he pushed his Aura to its limit, clashing fiercely with Lin Feng's terrifying killing intent. He said in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency? Why must you strike so cruelly against my Young Lord?"

Lin Feng looked at this sudden interloper and slowly withdrew that overwhelming killing intent.

The air inside the station began to flow again.

Everyone felt as if they had been granted amnesty, panting heavily, their backs already soaked with cold sweat.

The eyes of the surrounding onlookers looking at Lin Feng changed instantly.

"Tch, I thought he was tough. Turns out he's just another bully who's soft when facing the strong."

"Exactly. He squeezes the soft persimmons to death, but as soon as he sees a ninth-level Danyuan Realm, he immediately chickens out."

"Heh, all that talk about how the Demon Suppression Division cannot be insulted. In the end, it was all bark and no bite."

After Elder Kumu appeared, Zhao Kai finally regained his composure. He scrambled up from the ground, hid behind the old man, and pointed at Lin Feng with a vicious roar, his voice trembling with malice. "Old man! Kill him! I want to tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

Elder Kumu ignored his shouting and just looked at Lin Feng with a solemn gaze, speaking slowly.

"Your Excellency, it is better to resolve an enmity than to keep it alive. Today's matter was my Young Lord's rashness first. I apologize on his behalf. I hope Your Excellency can let this matter go for the sake of my reputation and the Zhao family's face. What do you say?"

These words were neither humble nor arrogant, soft yet firm.

It was both an apology and a threat.

Everyone thought Lin Feng would take this opportunity to back down gracefully.

However, Lin Feng smiled.

He looked at the wary Elder Kumu with the gaze one would use on an idiot, then glanced at the posturing Zhao Kai behind him, and shook his head.

"Everyone's here now."

"What?"

Elder Kumu was taken aback.

The next moment.

A plain and unadorned black blade light, yet one that contained endless intent of destruction, flashed and vanished.

[250x critical hit triggered!]

"Not good!"

Elder Kumu was scared out of his wits. He never dreamed that the opponent would dare to strike again right in front of him!

He wanted to block, but found that the speed of that blade light had reached a Realm that surpassed the limits of his understanding!

He could only watch helplessly as that black 'Grim Reaper's Scythe' passed through his protective True Qi and through his proud Kumu Divine Art.

In the end, it skewered him, the Zhao Kai behind him, and those seven or eight servants together like a candied hawthorn stick.

Pfft!

One head, two heads, three heads...

A total of ten fine heads, with expressions of unbelievable shock, flew into the air.

One strike, total annihilation!

[Ding! Slayed ninth-level Danyuan Realm Elder Kumu!]

[critical hit multiplier increased to 260x! Obtained 200,000 critical hit points!]

[Ding! Slayed ninth-level True Qi Realm Martial Artist X9!]

[critical hit multiplier increased to 270x! Obtained 130,000 critical hit points!]