69: Chapter 69 With enough fists, I call the shots!

Inside the post station, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone looked as if they had been struck by an Immobilization Technique, staring blankly at the ten headless corpses still twitching slightly on the ground, and then at the man holding a blood-dripping battle blade, his expression so indifferent it was as if he had merely swatted ten flies. Their minds were a complete blank.

That was Zhao Kai, a direct descendant of the Zhao Family!

That was Elder Kumu, a Peak ninth-level Danyuan Realm expert whose fame shook the entire Qingzhou!

Just like that...

One slash, and they were all gone?

Along with eight elite True Qi Realm ninth-level guards, neatly arranged, not one more, not one less, they had all become rolling gourds on the ground.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard with difficulty; in the deathly silence, the sound was exceptionally piercing.

Inside and outside the post station, those Martial Artists who had been watching the spectacle and even mocking them were now scared out of their wits.

Their faces were pale, and their legs shook as if they were performing a spirit dance. The way they looked at Lin Feng was no longer as if they were looking at a human, but at an ancient malevolent god clad in human skin, emerging from the depths of Hell.

Chu Mengxi, Meng Kuo, Wu Yong, and Liu Qing were also deeply shaken, their brains short-circuiting.

They knew Lin Feng was arrogant, ridiculously so.

But they never dreamed that Lin Feng could be arrogant to this extent!

Killing a member of one of the four major families of the Provincial Capital just because of a disagreement?

As for Wei Tiancheng, after the initial horror, what welled up in his heart was a wild joy and relief, as if he had survived a catastrophe.

He was incredibly grateful that he had only been slapped before.

Compared to the ten on the ground, his bit of physical suffering was practically a heavenly blessing!

"Lin... Lord Lin..."

The young deacon in charge of reception had already crawled to Lin Feng's feet in terror, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"You... you..."

Lin Feng ignored him, calmly sheathing his blade as if he had done something insignificant.

"Lin Feng, you..."

Chu Mengxi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in her heart.

She walked to Lin Feng's side and lowered her voice, her tone filled with worry.

"You've caused a massive disaster! The Zhao Family's influence in Qingzhou is deeply rooted, far beyond what the Li Family or the City Lord of Nanyan Prefecture can compare to! By killing their direct son and Chief Enforcer in public today, you are essentially declaring war on the entire Zhao Family!"

"I know."

Lin Feng's answer was still as calm and indifferent as ever.

"You know, and yet you still..."

Chu Mengxi's chest heaved with anger; she felt like she was being driven crazy by this man who never followed the rules.

"Why did you wait for Elder Kumu to appear before striking? If you had acted earlier and only killed Zhao Kai, there might have been some room for negotiation!"

This was also the doubt in everyone's heart.

With Lin Feng's strength, killing Zhao Kai would have been as easy as turning over his hand.

Why did he deliberately "show weakness" and wait for the other party's backer to appear before striking so ruthlessly, pushing things to a point where they couldn't be resolved?

Lin Feng looked into Chu Mengxi's Phoenix eyes, which were full of confusion and worry, and finally, rare as it was, he offered an explanation.

"Because, at first, I was waiting for a reason. Once I had the reason, I was waiting for Kumu."

"A reason?"

"Correct."

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled into a cold arc.

"A legitimate reason that would allow me to cut them all down without giving anyone cause to criticize me."

"In the presence of a Bronze Medal Envoy of the Demon Suppression Division, they publicly ganged up on my Nanyan Prefecture team members. This is the first crime: disregarding the majesty of the Demon Suppression Division."

"I stepped in to stop them, but they not only refused to listen but also escalated with verbal insults. This is the second crime: provoking the laws of the imperial court."

"When a ninth-level Danyuan Realm enforcer appeared, instead of restraining his subordinates, he joined them in directing killing intent toward an official of the Demon Suppression Division. This is the third crime: intending to assassinate a court official, which is equivalent to rebellion."

With every point Lin Feng listed, the faces of Chu Mengxi and the others grew a shade paler.

They finally realized!

Lin Feng's seemingly "cowardly" behavior earlier wasn't out of fear at all, but rather...

Fishing!

He was deliberately waiting for the other party to step by step court death until they were within the bounds of "legal killing"!

What he wanted was never as simple as settling the matter.

What he wanted was a justified cause, a legitimate reason to uproot and wipe out everyone who dared to provoke the Demon Suppression Division!

This level of scheming, calculation, and ruthlessness...

It was terrifying to the extreme!

"But... but the Zhao Family..."

Wu Yong spoke with difficulty; he prided himself on being a strategist.

At this moment, he felt that his little bit of cleverness was a joke in the face of Lin Feng's simple yet brutally effective open scheme.

"The Zhao Family?"

Lin Feng smiled, a smile tinged with mockery.

"Let me ask you, is the imperial court greater, or are the great families? Are the rules of the Demon Suppression Division greater, or are the rules of the Zhao Family?"

"My Demon Suppression Division follows the Emperor's orders to slay demons and monitor the world. How is a mere Family daring to publicly gang up on and intend to assassinate us officials any different from rebellion?"

"By killing them today, I am removing a pest for the country and upholding the dignity of Great Xia's laws! If the Zhao Family is unsatisfied, they are more than welcome to sue me at the Provincial Capital or even take their grievances to the Imperial City!"

Lin Feng looked around, his voice suddenly rising like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the area.

"I'd like to see if the heads on the Zhao Family's shoulders are harder, or if my Life-Slaying Blade is harder!"

How overbearing and powerful these words were!

Every clerk of the Demon Suppression Division present, whether from Nanyan Prefecture or the provincial headquarters, felt a surge of hot blood rush from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads upon hearing these words!

For many years, although the Demon Suppression Division held high status and power, they were always restricted and hindered when facing these deeply-rooted top-tier families.

When had anyone ever dared, like Lin Feng, to so righteously hoist the banner of "Imperial Law"?

To trample the face of a great Family underfoot and ruthlessly grind it in front of everyone?!

"Well said!"

Meng Kuo, that tower-like man, was the first who couldn't help but roar out in excitement, his face flushing bright red.

"The dignity of our Demon Suppression Division shall not be provoked! Lord Lin is mighty!"

"Lord Lin is mighty!"

For a moment, the entire post station was filled with passionate fervor.

Lin Feng ignored the crowd's praise, walked up to the young deacon who was already scared silly, and patted his shoulder.

"Clean this place up. Send the bill for the cleanup to the Zhao residence."

"Additionally, tell them that Lin Feng's blade awaits their arrival at any time."

"I'm looking forward to them sending more people for revenge."

"The more, the better."

After saying that, under the fanatical gazes of his "fans," he leisurely walked up to the second floor of the post station with his five team members, who had completely become background characters.

He left behind only an arrogant silhouette that countless people could never hope to match.

He wished for the Zhao Family to come for revenge.

That way, he could farm points faster and become stronger more quickly.

As for offending a great Family?

What a joke.

In this world where the strong are respected.

As long as your fist is hard enough.

The rules are whatever I say they are!