Hu Meng and his lackeys were startled, looking up to see a young man walking out of Tianya Pavilion.
“Li Feng?”
Hu Meng’s pupils shrank. He couldn’t believe it was Li Feng standing before him. He never expected to encounter him here.
Li Feng was unforgettable to him. Back when he followed Sun Xipeng, Li Feng was their punching bag, and Hu Meng had joined in bullying him plenty of times.
But a month ago, things changed. Li Feng had shown his prowess, giving both him and Sun Xipeng a thrashing, after which Hu Meng steered clear of him.
He had kept tabs on recent events in Tianhai City. Sun Xipeng was dead, and his Sun Corporation was swallowed by Li Feng’s Fengyuan Group. Though he lacked details, Hu Meng suspected Li Feng’s involvement.
Thus, he instinctively feared Li Feng.
“Hu Meng.” Li Feng stepped forward, his gaze locking onto Hu Meng, his tone icy. “What’s this? After some time, your guts have grown? Thinking of smashing Tianya Pavilion?”
“Li Feng, this has nothing to do with you,” Hu Meng said, swallowing hard, unease creeping in.
“Nothing to do with me?” Li Feng laughed heartily, then fixed Hu Meng with a cold stare. “Hu Meng, don’t you know Tianya Pavilion is mine?”
“Yours? Impossible!” Hu Meng’s face paled, staring at Li Feng in disbelief. “Li Feng, don’t talk nonsense. How could Tianya Pavilion be yours?”
“If it’s not mine, is it yours?” Li Feng sneered. “I heard you’ve been bringing people to cause trouble here lately. Looks like you’re tired of living, huh?”
Hu Meng’s expression shifted. He had thought Li Feng’s claim was nonsense, but his demeanor suggested otherwise. Could Tianya Pavilion really be his? How?
Hu Meng knew it used to belong to the Black Stone Gang, but after the gang’s downfall, it was taken over by another force. He had assumed Zhong Shuhui was in charge, but now Li Feng claimed ownership. Was Zhong Shuhui his mistress?
It wasn’t impossible.
But what now?
Hu Meng knew Li Feng’s status wasn’t simple—a young master from a prominent family. Keeping a few lovers wasn’t unusual.
The thought of Li Feng having Hu Yuanyuan at home and Zhong Shuhui outside sparked wild jealousy in Hu Meng. He had been in Tianhai City for years with no house, car, money, or women. Why did a playboy like Li Feng have beauties and wealth?
“Boss.” A lackey looked at Hu Meng, awaiting orders.
Hu Meng took a deep breath, glared at Li Feng, and said coldly, “Li Feng, even if Tianya Pavilion is yours, so what? Today, I’m smashing it.”
With that, he glanced at his men, feeling reassured. No matter how strong Li Feng was, he was alone. With so many men, why fear him?
“Hu Meng, you’re courting death,” Li Feng said coldly.
“Hahaha, Li Feng, I think you’re the one seeking death. Today, I’ll not only wreck your Tianya Pavilion but play with your women. Let’s see what you can do!” Hu Meng laughed wildly, waving to his men. “Brothers, charge! Whoever kills Li Feng gets three beauties!”
“Kill!”
Hu Meng’s loyal men brandished their machetes, roaring.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
The shouts infected the hundreds of thugs, who joined in, roaring with fervor.
The clamor of hundreds was earth-shaking, stirring the blood.
“Kill!”
Hu Meng roared, charging at Li Feng. His hundreds of men followed, the front-runners bellowing as they surged ahead to attack.
Kill!
The thugs’ eyes gleamed, as if Li Feng were a lamb for slaughter.
“Courting death.” A chilling killing intent flashed in Li Feng’s eyes. Initially, he only meant to beat Hu Meng to vent his anger from the poisoning. But Hu Meng’s words ignited a towering murderous rage.
Though Hu Meng led the charge, he slowed after a few steps, while his men, pumped with adrenaline, rushed at Li Feng.
Seeing them approach, Li Feng sneered. He grabbed a few brooms nearby and hurled them at the crowd.
“Ah…”
Under immense force, the brooms shot like lightning, piercing the chests of the fastest runners. Screams rang out as they collapsed, bloodied.
But these few were insignificant to the mob. In the next moment, they surrounded Li Feng.
A cold smile curved Li Feng’s lips. “Perfect chance to vent.” He kicked a machete from the ground, caught it mid-air, and gripped it tightly.
“Die!” Li Feng sneered, charging forward as the mob rushed him, sparking a battle.
It was Li Feng against a horde.
His killing intent was overwhelming today, craving endless slaughter to kill them all.
Even Li Feng hadn’t realized how intense his murderous urge was.
“I must kill them.” A cruel smile spread across his face.
In a flash, he reached the frontmost thug, who grinned at his approach, swinging a machete at Li Feng.
But how strong could these thugs be? They were no match for him.
Li Feng slashed, cleaving the thug’s body, then swiped across his neck, sending his head flying.
Blood sprayed like a fountain from the severed neck, but Li Feng had no time to admire it. He stabbed another thug charging him, piercing his chest.
As he pulled the blade out, blood gushed, and five or six machetes swung at him.
Li Feng sneered, lightly tapping the ground to leap into the air.
The thugs’ blades missed, their faces paling. As Li Feng descended, he stepped on their machetes, kicking out with his other foot.
*Bang, bang, bang…*
Several thugs’ skulls cracked under his kicks. Li Feng sneered coldly. These scum weren’t worth pitying.
Killing a few, more rushed in. Li Feng sneered again, darting forward.
Their numbers seemed endless, but Li Feng’s strength was beyond their resistance.
With his power, a single Cloud-Dispersing Palm could kill countless, but he saw no need. He didn’t even use true qi, only the killing techniques learned in his past life’s military days, slaughtering and venting relentlessly.
Li Feng wove through the crowd, each swing of his blade felling a man—skulls shattered, heads flew, a gruesome sight.
Minutes later, countless bodies littered the ground. Hu Meng watched in disbelief. He hadn’t expected Li Feng to be this formidable, untouched by so many.
Fear overwhelmed Hu Meng. He knew if he didn’t kill Li Feng today, Li Feng wouldn’t spare him. His only thought was to kill Li Feng for a chance to survive.
Waving his machete, he roared, “Kill him! Whoever kills him gets ten thousand—no, a million!”
“Kill!”
The thugs, driven by money, charged like madmen. To them, Li Feng was no longer a man but stacks of cash.
Li Feng’s sneer grew colder, his killing intent intensifying. As they rushed him, he charged forward.
“Kill.”
A swing, a thug fell. More charged, turning Tianya Pavilion’s entrance into a slaughterhouse.
On a nearby high-rise, three people watched Li Feng’s rampage.
They were Qin Feng, Elder Xu, and a middle-aged man.
“I didn’t expect Li Feng to be this skilled, decisive, and ruthless. I underestimated him,” Qin Feng said gravely, watching Li Feng’s massacre. “But only such a person is worthy to be my rival.”
“Indeed, Young Master. I didn’t expect Li Feng to be this strong. We know too little about him,” Elder Xu said, his expression heavy. He could kill as many, but not with Li Feng’s ease. Li Feng used no ancient martial techniques, only killing skills, which chilled him.
Mastering such techniques wasn’t easy. Li Feng’s skill and towering killing intent suggested countless kills.
Elder Xu felt puzzled.
Qin Feng asked, confused, “Has Li Feng been in the military? His killing techniques match those taught there. What’s going on?”
