Zheng Xiaoyang soared like a roc, chasing Li Feng with startling speed, covering several meters with each leap.
Rage consumed him. Under his watch, this man had killed three Zheng family members. Had Zheng Kai not reacted swiftly with his sharpshooting, he might have died too. This was unforgivable.
Zheng Xiaoyang had brought Zheng Kai and others to Kunyang Town to kill Li Feng, yet he hadn’t even seen Li Feng’s shadow, and now his men were dead. How could he face his clan?
Unaware that the man before him was Li Feng, he mistook him for a Du Sect member due to his attire and Wild Fox’s company. Nighttime obscured his identity further.
Zheng Xiaoyang had reason to suspect Du Sect. Since arriving in Kunyang Town, their actions had been suspicious. If not for his strength, he might have been eliminated upon arrival. He had already planned to destroy Du Sect after killing Li Feng. How could a minor underground faction that attacked them be allowed to exist? It would shame the Zhongyuan Province Zheng family.
“Old man, if you dare chase me, you’re dead,” Li Feng taunted, glancing back. Zheng Xiaoyang’s increasing speed shocked him. As a Zheng family powerhouse, his speed surpassed ordinary martial artists. Despite Li Feng’s Ninefold Phantom Steps, he couldn’t outrun him at his current strength.
Li Feng judged Zheng Xiaoyang to be the strongest martial artist he’d faced besides Du Wu, far surpassing Wild Leopard. However, he was certain Zheng Xiaoyang wasn’t an Innate Realm martial artist.
Yet, facing such a formidable opponent, Li Feng felt no fear—only excitement. His goal in coming to the hotel was to lure out Zheng Xiaoyang, and he had succeeded. His only concern was whether he could lead him to the intended destination. If Zheng Xiaoyang caught him, Li Feng was as good as dead.
“You’re the one who’s dead,” Zheng Xiaoyang sneered, channeling his true qi to accelerate. He vowed to kill this man, or he’d lose face before the Zheng family.
“I’m with Du Sect. You dare kill me?” Li Feng sneered, not slowing down, desperate to avoid being caught.
“A puny Du Sect? Who don’t I dare kill?” Zheng Xiaoyang scoffed. To him, Li Feng’s attempt to use Du Sect as a shield was laughable. A small-town underground faction like Du Sect could be crushed at his whim, especially after they’d killed so many Zheng family members.
Seeing Li Feng flee toward Du Sect headquarters only confirmed Zheng Xiaoyang’s belief that he was a Du Sect member.
Did he think escaping to Du Sect would save him?
Zheng Xiaoyang’s lips curled into a cold smile. Was there anywhere in Kunyang Town he couldn’t go? Today, he’d storm Du Sect and see who could stop him.
“Hmph, you want to kill me? Our Old Master won’t let you off,” Li Feng said disdainfully. “Our Old Master’s divine technique is unmatched. In Kunyang Town, he’s the heavens. No one dares act reckless before him.”
“What Old Master? You think I, Zheng Xiaoyang, am afraid?” Zheng Xiaoyang sneered.
“Forget you, even the Zhongyuan Province Zheng family head wouldn’t dare act up before our Old Master. Who are you, Zheng Xiaoyang? You think you can kill me with your pathetic skills? Dream on,” Li Feng taunted. “Today, I’ll let Old Master kill you and slaughter all the Zheng family members you brought. Let’s see what your Zhongyuan Province Zheng family can do to our Du Sect. Hmph, in Nanling Province, in Kunyang Town, Du Sect is the heavens. Even the Song family, one of the eight top clans, wouldn’t dare touch us. Who are you, Zheng Xiaoyang?”
“You’re courting death!” Zheng Xiaoyang’s eyes flashed with cold killing intent, his speed surging.
“Courting death? I think you’re the one seeking it. In Kunyang Town, Du Sect rules. Dragons coil, tigers crouch. Old man, if you’re not scared, follow me. Otherwise, you’re a cowardly turtle, a eunuch!” Li Feng provoked, hitting Zheng Xiaoyang’s sore spot.
“Bastard, I’ll kill you!” Zheng Xiaoyang roared, eyes blazing. Years ago, a cultivation mishap had left him impotent, and Li Feng’s words struck his deepest wound, fueling his rage.
His resolve to kill Li Feng hardened.
“Kill me? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes,” Li Feng sneered, tracking Zheng Xiaoyang’s position while running.
Li Feng’s plan was simple: lure Zheng Xiaoyang to Du Wu’s cultivation chamber. From Wild Fox’s information and his own deductions, destroying the Blood Refining Grand Formation required dealing with Du Wu. But Du Wu was too strong for him alone—facing him directly was suicide.
So, he targeted Zheng Xiaoyang, a formidable martial artist. By sparking a fight between them, Li Feng could reap the benefits. That’s why he attacked the Zheng family at the hotel.
As for their lives, he didn’t care. They’d come to kill him from afar—they deserved death.
He avoided Zheng Xiaoyang’s room due to his strength, a wise choice given Zheng Xiaoyang’s unexpected power. The stronger Zheng Xiaoyang was, the better for Li Feng’s plan. If he were weak, Du Wu could kill him easily, ruining Li Feng’s scheme.
The only surprise was the sharpshooter in the bedroom. At his current strength, Li Feng wasn’t bulletproof. Had he not dodged quickly, and without Zheng Xiaoyang’s presence, he might have died in the hotel.
So far, everything was going smoothly. He’d killed Zheng family members, fully enraging Zheng Xiaoyang. Now, he just needed to lead him to Du Wu’s chamber.
Seeing the brightly lit villa complex ahead, Li Feng made a sharp turn toward the back mountain.
Zheng Xiaoyang paused, surprised. Wasn’t he heading to Du Sect headquarters for reinforcements?
But he quickly adjusted, chasing Li Feng. Killing him was the priority; Du Sect could be dealt with later.
“Dead eunuch, cowardly turtle, come kill me if you dare!” Li Feng taunted, fearing Zheng Xiaoyang might not follow. Unknowingly, he struck Zheng Xiaoyang’s wound again, pushing him into a frenzy.
“Courting death!” Zheng Xiaoyang accelerated, unleashing a palm strike. A silver light formed a giant beast, charging at Li Feng.
Boom!
The air twisted under the strike’s force, a suffocating sense of death gripping Li Feng.
“Damn it,” Li Feng muttered, his face darkening. The martial technique’s power was overwhelming, making him feel unmatched.
This was Zheng Xiaoyang’s strength? Not even an Innate Realm martial artist, yet so powerful?
“Break!” Li Feng roared, throwing a punch that shattered the beast into silver light scattering across the sky.
Boom!
His punch’s momentum carried through, piercing the silver light toward Zheng Xiaoyang.
“Courting death,” Zheng Xiaoyang sneered, waving his hand to dispel Li Feng’s attack effortlessly.
“Your strength’s not bad, kid, but it’s useless against me,” Zheng Xiaoyang said coldly, though inwardly puzzled. Li Feng’s skill surpassed the Zheng family’s younger generation. Who was he? Was he really from Du Sect?
“You can’t kill me,” Li Feng said coldly, pushing his Ninefold Phantom Steps to the limit and shooting toward the back mountain.
“No escape!” Zheng Xiaoyang dismissed his doubts and chased after him with his own movement technique.
A pavilion came into Li Feng’s view, and he rejoiced, shouting, “Old Master, save me! Someone’s trying to destroy the Blood Refining Grand Formation. Wild Fox sir is already dead!”
“No one can save you today,” Zheng Xiaoyang sneered. “Not just you—everyone in Du Sect dies today.”
At that moment, a furious roar erupted from the chamber: “Courting death!”
