How Certain Are We?

The woman stared in shock. The young man in the distance seemed exceptionally tall and imposing at that moment.

By then, Chen Feng had already looted everything.

He merely glanced at the person in the sedan chair and thought she truly was a beauty. Then he left with some silver and the fan.

The fan was already in his hands, and killing this person had earned him fifty points of Demon Suppression Value.

Officials in uniform came to collect the body. From that day onward, the Spring Pavilion Master was no more—only a head hanging from the city wall remained.

The next day, the notices posted on the city wall announced the matter. However, Chen Feng was mentioned only briefly; the focus was on the arrest carried out by the authorities and the Demon Suppression Bureau.

The martial arts experts who had come along were not introduced in much detail either, but what had happened the previous night had already spread far and wide.

Everyone in Fish City knew that the Young Daoist Chen Feng was incredibly powerful.

"Was that man really killed? He was an expert! They could never catch him before, yet he was actually killed!"

Many people gathered near the city wall, looking at the notice and the head hanging above them.

Everyone sighed with emotion.

"Hehe, of course. I heard a little about what happened yesterday, and it differs somewhat from what the notice says. A young expert did it. Hehe, our Great Tang Dynasty still has plenty of experts. The Spring Pavilion Master may have been formidable, but he ran into someone even stronger yesterday and was killed outright. Good riddance!"

"Indeed. The Spring Pavilion Master was utterly evil and should have been dealt with long ago. His head hangs here today—this is his fate.