Three Blades Topple a Dan Yuan Realm Expert

The searing pain drove Li Bantian completely mad. His imposing face twisted beyond recognition with agony and fury.

The people of the Demon Suppression Division had long since been left dumbstruck, their minds blank.

"I... I wasn't seeing things, was I? Two strikes... just two strikes, and the Li Family head... Li Bantian, a third-layer Dan Yuan Realm expert, had one of his arms crippled?!"

"This is fucking True Qi Realm? You're telling me this is True Qi Realm? Even Manager would be no more than this, I'd say!"

"King Yama Lin... that nickname was still far too restrained!"

Zhao Tie and Li Rui were flushed scarlet with excitement, their gazes upon Lin Feng brimming with fanatical worship.

In their hearts, Lin Feng was no longer human, but a god!

"You little beast! I want you dead! I want you to die without a whole corpse!"

Li Bantian completely lost his reason. Brilliant blue light surged from his remaining right palm, and a phantom Dan Yuan, seemingly formed from endless rippling waves, slowly emerged.

He was going all out!

"Third blade, Extinguish the Dao."

Yet Lin Feng's voice rang out once more, like the final judgment descending from the Nine Nether Hells.

At some unknown moment, he had already appeared directly above Li Bantian's head.

Gripping the blade with both hands, he raised it high. All light upon the crimson-black Killing Blade drew inward, as though it had become a black hole capable of devouring everything.

A terrifying aura beyond all description, enough to make heaven and earth tremble, came crashing down!

Li Bantian raised his head and stared at that plain, long blade, which seemed capable of cleaving apart the Great Dao itself. For the first and final time, his eyes, filled with madness and venom, revealed terror and despair from the depths of his soul.

He wanted to flee, only to discover that his body, along with the space around him, seemed completely shackled by an invisible force.

He could only watch helplessly as that black "reaper's scythe" slowly descended.

There was no earth-shattering boom, nor any dazzling display of light and shadow.

The blade fell without a sound.

Li Bantian's huge, muscular body abruptly stiffened.

The next moment, a thin line of blood extended from the crown of his head all the way to his crotch.

Then, before everyone's horrified eyes, this Dan Yuan Realm powerhouse who had dominated Nan Yan Commandery for decades, the head of the Li Family, split as neatly into two halves as a watermelon cleaved down the middle. With a thud, blood and organs spilled across the ground.

He was dead beyond any doubt.

[ Ding! Successfully killed a third-layer Dan Yuan Realm martial artist! ]

[ Critical hit multiplier increased to 115 times! Obtained 50,000 Crit Points! ]

Lin Feng slowly landed, flicking away bloodstains that did not exist from his blade. He did not even glance at the two halves of the corpse on the ground, still twitching faintly.

He swept his gaze over the Li Family guards, who had long since been scared witless, as well as the Demon Suppression Division's people, and said blandly in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Li Family head Li Bantian rashly provoked the Demon Suppression Division and intended to murder a Bronze Token Demon Slayer. His crimes were heinous."

"I, Bronze Token Envoy Lin Feng, have executed him on behalf of the Demon Suppression Division."

"Who has any objections?"

The entire front courtyard of the Demon Suppression Division fell into deathly silence.

Everyone seemed to have been frozen in place. They stared blankly at the two steaming halves of the corpse on the ground, then at the man holding a blood-dripping battle blade, his expression calm as drifting clouds and gentle winds, as though he had merely stepped on a cockroach. Their minds were utterly blank.

Objections?

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Who would dare object?

Whose head was tougher than Li Bantian's?

The Li Family guards, who had originally been brimming with murderous intent, were now terrified out of their wits. One after another, they dropped to their knees with thuds, weapons strewn everywhere. They buried their heads deeper than ostriches, afraid that the God of Slaughter might spare them one extra glance.

"N-No objections!"

"Lord Lin is mighty! Lord Lin is wise! That old bastard Li Bantian deserved his crimes and deserved his death!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We'd long found him unbearable! Lord Lin has rid the people of a scourge! We're not even done being grateful to you yet!"

This group's integrity fell even faster than Li Bantian's head.

Lin Feng curled his lip, too lazy to waste words on such spineless wretches.

He sheathed his blade and turned his gaze toward the Silver Token Manager, who had stood at a distance in silence from beginning to end, watching the battle.

The Manager's face was hidden in shadow, impossible to make out clearly, but Lin Feng could sense that deep gaze fixed firmly upon him all along.

Lin Feng cupped his fists and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "This subordinate carried out the execution without authorization and overstepped the rules. I ask Manager to punish me."

"Punish you?"

The Manager slowly stepped out of the shadows. Unlike his usual jovial self, his face bore an unprecedented gravity.

He first glanced at the mangled corpse on the ground, then at the surrounding crowd, silent as cicadas in winter. Only then did his gaze return to Lin Feng.

"What you did was not wrong."

The Manager's voice was steady and forceful. "The duty of our Demon Suppression Division has always been to slay demons and eradicate evil, upholding law and order. Whoever dares challenge the dignity of the Demon Suppression Division should meet this very end."

These words struck the ground like hammer blows. They were not only for Lin Feng, but for everyone present. In an instant, they steadied the troops and filled every Demon Slayer Envoy with fierce pride and a sense of belonging.

Afterward, he ordered, "Clean this place up. Detain every member of the Li Family and interrogate them one by one."

"Yes!"

"Lin Feng, come with me."

After leaving those words behind, the Manager turned and headed toward the inner hall of the Demon Suppression Division.

Lin Feng's eyes flickered slightly. Without another word, he followed.

One before the other, they passed through the corridors and arrived at the quiet chamber where the Manager handled official business.

The chamber was not large and its furnishings were simple. Only an enormous map of Nan Yan Commandery hung upon the wall, marked with crimson dots one after another, evidently unresolved cases.

The Manager shut the door, cutting off every sound from outside.

He personally poured Lin Feng a cup of hot tea, and the murderous tension in the room eased somewhat.

"Sit."

The Manager pointed at the chair opposite him, then took the seat of honor himself. He lifted his teacup and gently blew on it, yet did not drink.

"That blade you swung today was satisfying, and it displayed the might of our Demon Suppression Division."

"But you have also pushed yourself onto the crest of the storm."

"This subordinate understands."

Lin Feng answered calmly, "If I had not acted thus, where would the dignity of the Demon Suppression Division be? And where would this subordinate's safety be? Constant retreat would only make them push their luck further."

"Well said."

The Manager nodded, a gleam flashing through his eyes. "Brave and resourceful, decisive in killing—good material. But have you considered that the entire affair, from beginning to end, carried an air of strangeness?"

"I have dealt with Li Bantian before. Though he was overbearing, he was by no means a brainless fool. What gave him such confidence that he dared to storm the offices of our Demon Suppression Division to kill someone with merely several dozen guards? And what made him so certain that you were the murderer of his son, without even the slightest trace of doubt?"