Li Feng’s pupils contracted as his gaze fixed on Butler Wu. He hadn’t expected this butler to be a master.
No wonder Wen Ye remained so calm despite Iron Stone’s defeat—his true trump card was this Butler Wu.
But…
A cold smile curled at the corner of Li Feng’s lips. “Wen Ye, are you sending this old man to his death?”
“Young man, you’re arrogant, but arrogance comes at a price,” Butler Wu said with a cold sneer.
“Die!”
Li Feng didn’t waste words, striking immediately.
Since Wen Ye chose to resist, there was nothing more to say.
As the word “die” left his mouth, a powerful aura erupted from him. In a flash, Li Feng appeared before Butler Wu, striking with a palm.
“Courting death!” Butler Wu snorted angrily, throwing a punch.
*Boom!*
Their attacks clashed, and both stepped back, evenly matched.
“A martial artist?” Li Feng’s pupils shrank, his expression shifting slightly. During their clash, he had distinctly felt a faint trace of true qi in Butler Wu’s fist.
This was the first martial artist he’d encountered since arriving in this world. Though the true qi was faint, almost negligible, it was undeniable—Butler Wu was a martial artist.
Li Feng looked at him in surprise. He hadn’t expected Wen Ye’s unassuming butler to be one. Though Li Feng hadn’t used his full strength, his palm strike was something even Tian Lang couldn’t withstand, yet Butler Wu only retreated a step. His strength was extraordinary.
“Wen Ye, is this your trump card?” Li Feng grew serious. If there was one martial artist, there could be more. He couldn’t afford to be careless, lest he capsize in the gutter.
Unbeknownst to Li Feng, Butler Wu was even more shocked. He knew Li Feng was strong, but he never imagined he’d be *this* strong. As a master at the Transformation Energy stage, Butler Wu had few rivals in Tianhai City, yet he was evenly matched with Li Feng.
How did Li Feng train? Butler Wu had seen many noble family heirs, but none had Li Feng’s terrifying strength. Though Li Feng hadn’t reached Transformation Energy, his power was unprecedented.
No wonder Li Feng had decimated the Dark Hall and killed Iron Stone in one move. He had such strength.
However…
“It’s enough to deal with you,” Wen Ye said with a smug smile. Butler Wu was his ace. No matter how strong Li Feng was, could he possibly defeat Butler Wu? In Wen Ye’s eyes, Li Feng was as good as dead.
“Pity, it’s nothing special,” Li Feng sneered disdainfully.
“Enough to kill you,” Butler Wu retorted, drawing a dagger and lunging at Li Feng.
*Whoosh!*
The dagger gleamed with cold light as it slashed through the air.
Butler Wu’s attack was fierce, his momentum overwhelming, like a mountain bearing down. Even Li Feng’s brow furrowed.
“Haha, Li Feng, let’s see how you die this time,” Wen Ye said triumphantly.
“Kill him!” The surrounding bodyguards watched eagerly. Li Feng’s brutal defeat of Iron Stone had terrified them, and they now hoped Butler Wu would slay this demon.
Butler Wu soared like a roc, his dagger sweeping down from above with unmatched momentum.
“A martial artist, huh?” Li Feng’s brow tightened, a flicker of tension in his heart.
But only for a moment.
“You want to kill me? You’re not enough,” Li Feng said, a smile curling his lips as he flipped his palm.
Seeing that smile, Butler Wu, still mid-air, felt a jolt. An unprecedented sense of danger surged within him.
It was a feeling of utter powerlessness.
But as a Transformation Energy master, he quickly regained his composure, his face twisting with ferocity as he swung his dagger at Li Feng.
Killing Li Feng would solve everything.
“Go to hell!” Butler Wu roared, his killing intent palpable.
Li Feng sneered, lifting his head with a cold smirk. “The one dying is you!”
*Whoosh!*
Before the word “you” fully left his mouth, a silver gleam shot from Li Feng’s hand, piercing the void with devastating force, aimed at Butler Wu.
A flying dagger, swift as lightning!
Its cold light flashed.
The moment Li Feng acted, Butler Wu’s face changed. An overwhelming sense of dread washed over him, like an ant facing an elephant.
“What terrifying momentum!” Wen Ye’s expression shifted.
*Boom!*
A loud crash rang out.
The flying dagger tore through the air, aimed at Butler Wu’s throat. It pierced his neck, and his eyes froze, staring ahead. He tried to cry out but couldn’t.
The dagger was too fast—too fast for him to react. It sliced his throat, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
Li Feng sneered coldly. His flying daggers had killed countless martial artists, and this Butler Wu was likely the weakest among them.
“How is this possible?”
The people in the hall stared at Li Feng in disbelief. The mighty Butler Wu, who moments ago had charged with such momentum to kill Li Feng, was dead in the blink of an eye. The contrast was too stark for them to process.
“You… you killed him?” Wen Ye’s face paled. Butler Wu was his greatest reliance, stronger than even Wen Ye himself. Yet Li Feng had killed him. Butler Wu was a Transformation Energy master—could Li Feng be one too?
How was that possible? Li Feng was so young—how could he be a Transformation Energy master? Butler Wu had trained for decades to reach that level.
“Didn’t you see?” Li Feng sneered, looking at Wen Ye. “Now it’s your turn.”
“I’ll kill you!” Wen Ye’s eyes bulged with rage. He roared, drawing a steel saber and charging.
“Come on, then!” Li Feng laughed, meeting him head-on.
“Die!”
Wen Ye’s saber slashed out, its blade gleaming like a rainbow piercing the sun, its momentum fierce.
Li Feng flipped his hands, two daggers appearing.
As they clashed, Wen Ye was forced back within three moves, his saber knocked away by Li Feng. With a leap, Li Feng delivered a spinning kick, sending Wen Ye crashing to the ground.
*Spurt!*
Blood sprayed from Wen Ye’s mouth as he looked at Li Feng in terror.
Li Feng approached with a cold smile.
“Hahaha, I never thought I, Yuwen, would fall like this,” Wen Ye said with a bitter laugh, realizing he had no chance of turning the tables.
“This day was fated the moment you targeted me,” Li Feng said coldly.
“Indeed,” Wen Ye said, his face pale. “I didn’t expect you to be this strong. I’ve lost, and I’m not wronged.”
“Wen Ye, I want to know why you targeted me. Someone like Li Quan shouldn’t have swayed you, right?” Li Feng asked gravely.
“Li Quan? Just a petty man, full of himself,” Wen Ye said, glancing up at Li Feng. “He’s probably in your hands now, isn’t he?”
Li Feng nodded. “He’s as good as dead.”
“Heh, I figured. With your intelligence, you probably knew Li Quan was trouble long ago. Pity we always thought you were a waste. If we hadn’t, today’s outcome might’ve been different,” Wen Ye said, coughing up blood, struggling to speak.
“You still haven’t answered my question. Why target me? What’s your connection to the Emperor’s Pavilion?” Li Feng pressed.
“Hahaha, want to get answers from me? I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. We targeted you for your shares in Xiangfeng Investment Company. Who wouldn’t covet the core technology of Intelligent No. 1?” Wen Ye continued, “As for the Emperor’s Pavilion, I don’t know their origins. But they’re far stronger than my Black Stone Gang. They’ve always wanted you dead. Even as the Li family’s young master, you’re no match for them. My fate today will be yours tomorrow.”
“Is that so? Knowing I’m from the Li family, you still dared to target me. You’ve got some guts,” Li Feng said, narrowing his eyes. “Or are you hiding something?”
“You’re overthinking, Young Master Feng,” Wen Ye said, a ruthless glint in his eyes. He knew he was doomed, but he refused to reveal the purple-robed youth’s identity—the only hope for avenging him. Li Feng was strong, but Wen Ye wanted to see how long he’d last.
“I heard you have a son,” Li Feng said, a cold glint in his eyes. He hadn’t expected Wen Ye to be so tight-lipped, refusing to reveal either his reasons or anything about the Emperor’s Pavilion.
“What do you want, Li Feng?” Wen Ye’s face changed.
“What do you think?” Li Feng countered.
“Li Feng, I know I’m doomed. I beg you to spare my son. He’s not part of the Black Stone Gang. My actions have nothing to do with him,” Wen Ye pleaded.
“Leave the roots, and the grass grows back in spring,” Li Feng said coldly.
“Li Feng, I… I’m willing to trade something for my son’s life. Something you’ll definitely want,” Wen Ye said hurriedly. “You’re an ancient martial artist. You must need rare treasures to cultivate. I have a hundred-year vermilion fruit. I’ll trade it for my son’s life.”
