Nightfall, Killing Intent, the Huang Family's Secret

Bam!

A dull crash burst through Chen Feng's door.

Then, the Black-Clad Man charged straight toward the room where Chen Feng and the others were resting.

But in the next instant—

Boom!

A thunderous roar split the night.

A fist slammed directly into the Black-Clad Man's throat.

He didn't even have time to react before his windpipe was shattered by the blow.

"You..."

The Black-Clad Man's body went limp.

Chen Feng stepped out from the darkness, his expression grim.

Behind him stood Lin Xue, worry etched across her face.

Chen Feng said, "Stay inside and don't move for now."

"I'll go check it out."

Lin Xue said anxiously, "Alright, husband, be careful."

Chen Feng picked up his bow, arrows, and hatchet.

He pulled off the Black-Clad Man's mask, and when he saw the face beneath, his eyes blazed with killing intent.

"Damn it, Huang Haisheng!"

The face beneath the mask belonged to someone from Steward Huang's household outside the village—he'd seen him before.

He never imagined that Huang Lao Si would dare send someone to assassinate him in the dead of night.

Shock and fury churned inside him.

If he were still his original self, he'd be dead tonight.

Hundreds of meters outside the house.

Liu Hao stood in the darkness, a hint of confusion on his face. "What's going on?"

He squinted toward Chen Feng's house.

A dull crash should have meant the job was done, and he'd be bringing Lin Xue back to report.

But now there was no movement at all.

Just as he was about to go check—

Shing!

Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut through the air.

"What?!"

Liu Hao's face changed in an instant as he barely dodged an arrow.

"How is this possible?"

His expression soured.

And in the next moment, a figure charged at him out of the darkness.

"Iron Fist Technique!"

Chen Feng's cold shout rang out.

Liu Hao barely managed to raise his guard.

Then he was sent flying several meters back.

Chen Feng's eyes gleamed brightly in the dark. "Stronger than Wang Hu, but not by much."

"Again!"

Liu Hao's face was already full of disbelief. "A martial artist—how did you suddenly become a martial artist?"

Chen Feng's eyes turned icy. "Steward Liu, so it really is you."

"Die!"

He threw another punch.

At the same time, he activated his Superhuman Arm Strength talent.

Seeing Chen Feng's overwhelming momentum, Liu Hao's face twisted with malice. "Looks like I can't let you live."

He too unsealed his full cultivation power.

But in the very next instant—

Boom!

Boom!

Under the muffled impact.

Liu Hao's arms were directly smashed to pieces.

Then the blow struck Liu Hao's chest.

His chest was instantly crushed into pulp.

"How... how..."

Liu Hao's face was pale, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He wanted to say something, but in the end, he lost all signs of life.

Chen Feng stood in place, breathing heavily.

He glanced at the dead corpse on the ground, his face somewhat pale.

But with his previous experience in Black Mountain, killing people didn't trouble him much.

Instead, he felt his blood seemed to flow a little faster.

His whole body trembled, brimming with excitement.

"Am I naturally a bloodthirsty fighter at heart?"

Chen Feng thought to himself.

Hah!

He let out a light breath.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart.

And at that moment.

A new piece of information refreshed on his panel.

[You killed an enemy with Iron Fist Technique. Your Iron Fist Technique proficiency +5.]

[You have killed several martial artist enemies in succession. You have awakened a new skill: Killing Intent.]

[Skill: Killing Intent (Beginner progress 2%).]

"Killing Intent is also a skill?" Chen Feng was somewhat surprised.

He wondered what kind of talent this skill could awaken.

But now wasn't the time to think about that.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, he needed to deal with them first.

After all, although Great Qian was somewhat chaotic now, a few people dying in secret could be blamed on Demons.

But if someone was killed openly and reported to the authorities, there would definitely be trouble.

Fortunately, Chen Feng glanced around—despite the loud commotion of battle at night.

None of the villagers of Black Mountain Village came out to see what was happening.

Almost everyone had their doors tightly shut.

Even the households that had lights on quickly closed their doors, afraid of being targeted.

Chen Feng shook his head with a light laugh, almost forgetting that this world was different from his previous one.

Soon, he grabbed a corpse in each hand and, under the cover of night, rushed to the outskirts of Black Mountain.

He directly tossed them into the mountains.

The smell of blood would easily attract wild animals at night.

He watched from a distance for a while, and soon beasts arrived, dragging the two corpses into the forest.

Only then did he choose to leave.

Naturally, he had searched the two bodies.

But he only found a few hundred taels of banknotes on Steward Liu.

As for the martial arts techniques or skills he wanted most, there were none.

He had no choice but to let it go.

On his way back, he saw the courtyard of Huang Lao Si in the distance, brightly lit with lanterns.

Shadows of people flickered from time to time.

Chen Feng's face turned cold, his eyes filled with killing intent.

He was also somewhat puzzled—why was Huang Lao Si so determined to make a move on him?

Was it really just for a Hunting License?

His killing intent boiled within him, but looking at the brightly lit courtyard, with at least several martial artists and dozens of ordinary people still inside.

He still felt some pressure in his heart.

"For now, I'll endure. Once I've developed a bit more, I'll wipe out this Huang Lao Si," Chen Feng suppressed his thoughts.

Meanwhile, within the courtyard of the Huang Family.

Huang Lao Si paced back and forth in the yard, where dozens of other recruited Household Martial Artists were gathered.

He kept glancing toward the distant village.

His expression was extremely grim. "What's going on?"

"It's been this long, and he's still not back?"

Dealing with a single mud-footed commoner—how could it take this long?

In the courtyard, the dozens of other figures were all dressed in black clothes, their faces covered with black cloth.

The valuables in the yard had mostly been packed up.

Over the past few days, martial artists had been constantly breaking into Black Mountain.

There were even traces of the Demon Patrol Division.

He naturally didn't want to take risks staying here for the sake of a Chen Feng. He had already made preparations to take Yin Shengzi and evacuate immediately.

But unexpectedly, so much time had passed, and Liu Hao still hadn't returned.

"Go see what's happened to Liu Hao. Is that Yin Shengzi causing trouble?" Huang Lao Si said in a deep voice.

"Yes." A black-clad man replied respectfully.

He took a single step and leaped onto the high wall.

He was about to head toward Chen Feng's house.

But in the next moment.

A sharp sound cut through the night.

Shiiing!

An arrow tore through the darkness, piercing the black-clad man's throat.

[You used Basic Archery to kill an enemy. Your Basic Archery proficiency +5.]

[You killed an enemy. Your Kill Intent proficiency +3.]

Perched on a large tree not far away, Chen Feng had a piece of black cloth over his face. His eyes were fixed on Huang Lao Si and the others in the courtyard, burning with intensity. He muttered softly, "If I don't kill you tonight, I won't be able to sleep!"