Only after the people from the City Lord's Mansion had left did Han Feng come back to his senses.
"Was that really the City Lord's head?" Han Feng asked Han Wu.
Han Wu smiled. "You don't know the City Lord? What do you think?"
Han Feng was speechless, his heart filled with shock.
The City Lord's Mansion had sentries every five steps and guards every ten, its defenses airtight.
And the City Lord was a bona fide Second-rate Master. With his Water Dragon Palm, he could hold out for several exchanges even against a First-rate Master.
Just what kind of ability did Han Wu possess, to kill the City Lord amid such heavy protection in so short a time?
How was that any different from taking an enemy general's head from the heart of ten thousand troops?
It was downright badass.
It also made Han Feng feel that Han Wu was even more unfathomable. He secretly swore that he must never offend Han Wu in the future.
The City Lord was the best cautionary example.
After soothing Han Feng with a few words, Han Wu returned to his residence and began sorting through the various manuals he had gained this time.
The secret manuals collected by the City Lord's Mansion were far superior to the ones Han Feng had sent over.
Qin Shuang, He Xu, and Jia Gui each selected several manuals suited to themselves and took them away to cultivate.
Han Wu tossed the remaining manuals to Shun.
He also told Shun that this was ten days' worth of study material and told Shun to work hard.
Looking at the manuals piled before him like a small mountain, Shun nearly blurted out, "What rotten luck."
Once all the manuals had been distributed, Han Wu began cultivating as well.
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