The Hundred-Household Commander's Fury

The gray-clad Death Warrior's scream cut off abruptly.

His arms twisted at grotesque angles, and his breastbone caved deeply inward.

Like a stone hurled from a catapult, he flew backward and slammed heavily into the courtyard wall, shaking down showers of dust before falling utterly silent.

The force of a single punch had reached such a terrifying extent!

The arrogant smile on Wang Yuru's face froze instantly, replaced by incredulous terror.

Watching Lin Feng advance step by step, his gaze as cold as a blood-soaked asura, she staggered back in fright and shrieked.

"You... don't come any closer! My father is Commander Wang! If you dare touch me, he'll definitely tear you to pieces!"

"Tear me to pieces?" Lin Feng did not stop walking, and his voice did not ripple in the slightest. "Before that, you'll pay the price for laying hands on my sister."

His figure moved again, his clawed hand shooting for Wang Yuru's throat, killing intent blazing!

"Stop!"

Just as Lin Feng's fingertips were about to touch Wang Yuru's throat, a furious roar exploded like thunder.

A burly figure swept over at high speed, carried by a fierce gust of force.

Before the man even arrived, an incomparably powerful surge of energy had already crushed down upon Lin Feng, forcing him to turn and retreat to steady himself.

The newcomer wore a Hundred-Household Commander's official uniform, his face livid. He was Wang Yuru's father, Commander Wang, Wang Kun.

He glanced at the Death Warrior by the wall, whose life or death was unknown, then saw his daughter scared pale and trembling. Rage instantly surged into his heart, and he pointed at Lin Feng's nose as he cursed.

"Lin Feng! You little beast! How dare you strike Yuru with such viciousness?

"You killed my servant and still wanted to harm my daughter? Who gave you the dog's gall!

"Do you really think that little old favor your parents left behind can protect you for a lifetime? Today, I'll cripple you, you dog who dares defy his superior!"

Faced with Commander Wang's towering rage, Lin Feng's eyes remained icy, without the slightest wavering.

His killing intent had already been set. Wang Yuru's vicious words and actions toward his sister had touched his reverse scale. She had to die!

He ignored Wang Kun's threats entirely. With a fierce kick of his foot, he turned into an arrow once more, circling around Wang Kun and stubbornly charging toward Wang Yuru, who had collapsed to the ground in terror!

"Courting death!" Wang Kun was even more enraged when he saw Lin Feng dare to ignore him.

As a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist, he stood two whole major realms above Lin Feng. How could he allow a mere late Ninth-Rank Banner Captain to act so wildly before him?

Wang Kun struck in fury. He did not even draw a weapon, merely sending out a simple palm strike.

This palm strike appeared utterly ordinary, yet wherever its palm wind passed, the air itself seemed compressed, letting out a deep, mournful whine.

A pressure as heavy as a mountain instantly enveloped Lin Feng, making his breath catch!

A Seventh-Rank Martial Artist's inner force had already been refined to an extreme degree, capable of initially stirring the ambient energies of the surroundings.

This palm contained Wang Kun's pure inner force. It was enough to split steles and shatter rocks, something Lin Feng, who had only just entered the late Ninth Rank, could never receive head-on.

Lin Feng felt as if the air around him had turned into a tangible swamp, slowing his movements to a crawl. Before the palm force even arrived, its terrifying pressure had already made his bones groan beneath the strain.

He forced the Dragon-Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength into motion. Pale golden radiance raced over his body as he tried to resist, but the absolute gap in cultivation was a chasm between heaven and earth!

Seeing the palm force capable of suppressing and killing him on the spot about to descend, Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted as the shadow of death engulfed him!

"Lord Wang, spare him!"

At that critical moment, another figure swiftly inserted himself between them and likewise threw out a palm, meeting Wang Kun's hand.

"Bang!"

The colliding energies produced a muffled boom.

The newcomer's body swayed slightly, sliding back half a step, yet he firmly received the blow and shielded Lin Feng behind him.

The newcomer was Battalion Commander Zhou Gang.

His expression solemn, he cupped his fists toward Wang Kun. "Lord Wang, please quell your anger! There may be more to this matter than meets the eye. Why rush to kill him?

"Lin Feng is a Banner Captain of the Imperial Brocade Guard. Even if he is at fault, he should be dealt with according to the law. Killing him in private would be inappropriate!"

Seeing Zhou Gang interfere, Wang Kun's fury flared even higher.

"Zhou Gang! What do you mean by this? Are you trying to protect this criminal who attempted to murder my daughter?

"He killed my servant, attacked his superior, and defied authority. The evidence is conclusive! By military law, that is a capital offense! Get out of my way!"

Zhou Gang did not yield an inch and said in a deep voice, "Lord Wang, you and I both know your daughter's temperament.

"I was outside the courtyard just now, and I vaguely heard some words unfit for polite ears. Lin Feng was desperate to protect his sister, which is understandable.

"Besides, at such a young age, he has already attained this level of cultivation. He is rare talent within our Northern Garrison Command. It would be a pity to kill him just like this!

"Why not report this matter to Lord Qianhu first and let those above make the decision?"

"Report it? Let them decide?" Wang Kun sneered. "Zhou Gang, stop putting on a false face here!

"I think you simply want to protect him! No one's plea will matter today. I must kill this boy!"

The two stood with swords drawn and bows bent, arguing their cases as the atmosphere grew taut to the extreme.

And in the instant Wang Kun's attention was wholly drawn to Zhou Gang, his mind stirred and distracted—

Wang Yuru, who had been trembling behind Wang Kun beneath the shadow of death, suddenly saw a ghostlike figure.

At some unknown moment, taking advantage of Zhou Gang's body blocking the view, he had silently closed in on Wang Yuru!

It was Lin Feng!

He had never expected Zhou Gang to completely persuade Wang Kun. This was the chance he had been waiting for!

"Die!"

Lin Feng gave a low shout as the Dragon-Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength within him erupted.

His right hand formed a sword with two fingers, pale golden sharp light gathering at his fingertips—fast! Precise! Ruthless!

Before Wang Yuru's horrified eyes, his fingers instantly pierced through her throat!

"Urgh..." Wang Yuru's eyes widened round. Clutching her throat as blood gushed forth, her body crumpled limply to the ground, her face still bearing utmost terror and disbelief.

Killed Wang Yuru. Obtained 3 Slaughter Points.

The cold notification sounded in Lin Feng's mind.

"Yuru—!!!"

Hearing the disturbance behind him, Wang Kun whirled around and saw his daughter sprawled on the ground, dead beyond saving.

He let out a heart-rending roar. His eyes instantly turned blood-red, and his aura surged like an erupting volcano, his terrifying killing intent nearly solidifying into substance!

"Lin Feng!!! I'll make you pay with your life!!!"

He had gone completely mad. No longer caring about Zhou Gang's obstruction, he poured out the inner force of a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist without restraint. His robes billowed without wind, snapping loudly.

He threw a savage punch.

This punch was driven by fury and gathered his lifetime of power. Its force tore through the air with a piercing shriek, like an enraged beast carrying the terrifying might to crush all things as it blasted straight for Lin Feng's head!

Zhou Gang's expression changed drastically. He tried to intervene once more, only to be directly blasted aside by Wang Kun's violent energy.

Faced with this unavoidable, full-powered strike that could utterly suppress and kill him, every hair on Lin Feng's body stood on end, and his sense of mortal danger had never been stronger!

The fist wind bore down on his face, cutting his cheeks with pain.

Life and death hung by a thread!