Causing a Scene in the Imperial Prison

Deep within the Imperial Prison, it was cold and damp, the air thick with a mingled scent of decay and blood.

Lin Feng was roughly shoved into a narrow cell by two jailers.

The heavy iron door slammed shut behind him with a "clang," chains rattling with a teeth-grinding friction.

The lead jailer didn't leave immediately. He leaned through the bars, nodding towards a burly man huddled in the corner, shackled with heavy irons. His tone was laced with undisguised malice.

"Old Black, this is the newly arrived Battalion Commander Lin. Quite the big shot. Lord Qianhu ordered you to 'take good care of him'."

He emphasized the word "care."

The death row inmate called Old Black looked up, his eyes beneath a mess of hair gleaming with a beast-like light. He licked his cracked lips, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and chuckled.

"Don't worry, sir, I understand."

The jailer nodded in satisfaction, glanced at the expressionless Lin Feng, snorted, and turned to leave with his subordinate, their footsteps fading into the distance.

Only Lin Feng and the death row inmate remained in the cell.

The death row inmate, Old Black, slowly stood up, his shackles clanking.

He was powerfully built, half a head taller than Lin Feng. Though he had been imprisoned for a long time, his fierce aura was still intimidating.

He circled Lin Feng once, his gaze disdainfully sweeping over Lin Feng's blood-stained Flying Fish Robe and pale face.

"Tsk, Battalion Commander? You look like you've never done a day's hard labor. Why did you cross Lord Qianhu?"

Old Black's voice was hoarse and mocking.

"Once you're in the Imperial Prison, even a dragon has to coil up! You look like you've never suffered before. Don't worry, I, Old Black, will make sure you get a taste of it..."

He extended his large, fan-like hand, seemingly intending to slap Lin Feng's cheek in an act of utter humiliation.

Lin Feng's eyes remained cold, showing no panic. He didn't even bother to look at the inmate.

Such an ant's fate was sealed the moment he was brought here.

Just as Old Black's hand was about to touch his cheek, a cold screen, visible only to Lin Feng, suddenly appeared before his eyes:

[Defeat death row inmate Old Black and gain 10 Slaughter Points]

Without the slightest hesitation, not even waiting for the screen to fully stabilize, Lin Feng moved!

He brought his fingers together like a sword. The last remaining trace of his true qi, not completely sealed, condensed at his fingertips, carrying an unparalleled sharpness and killing intent, and stabbed directly at Old Black's throat!

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

The cruel grin on Old Black's face froze instantly, turning into shock, then into boundless terror.

He never expected this seemingly weak "pretty boy" to dare attack him, and so viciously and decisively!

He tried to block, but Lin Feng's fingers seemed to break through the limits of space. Before he could react, they precisely struck his Adam's apple.

"Crack!"

A faint snapping sound.

Old Black's eyes bulged, his massive body convulsed violently, and then he collapsed softly to the ground, dead.

Even in death, an expression of disbelief remained on his face.

[Defeated death row inmate Old Black, gained 10 Slaughter Points]

[Current Slaughter Points: 65]

Lin Feng didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

He slowly retracted his finger, feeling the surge of power within him, subtly activated by the increase in Slaughter Points, his eyes unmoving.

Just then, footsteps approached from outside the cell door.

The previous jailer returned, humming a tune, smugly anticipating the sight of Lin Feng after his "care."

"How was it, Battalion Commander Lin? Was Old Black's service comfortable..." His voice abruptly cut off as his gaze fell upon the cell's interior. His pupils contracted sharply.

On the ground, Old Black lay limp, clearly dead.

And Lin Feng stood in the same spot, his clothes tattered and bloodstained, but his posture as straight as a pine tree. His gaze, cold and sharp, fixed on the jailer, sending an inexplicable chill down the jailer's spine.

"You... you dare kill him?!" the jailer exclaimed, shocked and enraged, pointing at Lin Feng. "You good-for-nothing Lin Feng! You dare commit murder in the Imperial Prison! It seems you don't know how to write the word 'death'!"

He roared, his bravado masking his inner shock and unease, and instinctively reached for the hilt of his saber.

"Don't think you're special just because you were a Battalion Commander before! Here, even a dragon has to coil up! I'm a skilled Seventh-Rank Martial Artist! Crushing you, this sickly cat, is no harder than crushing an ant!"

He tried to drown out his fear and disbelief with sheer volume.

Almost simultaneously as the jailer finished speaking, the cold screen reappeared before Lin Feng's eyes:

[Defeat Imperial Prison jailer and gain 15 Slaughter Points]

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. He moved without hesitation.

He moved like a ghost, too fast for the jailer to even draw his saber. In an instant, he was right by the bars.

Through the thick iron bars, Lin Feng's right hand shot out like lightning. His fingers hooked like claws, gripping the jailer's neck with pinpoint accuracy!

"Ugh!" The jailer's roar turned into a choked whimper as he struggled desperately.

The so-called Seventh-Rank Martial Artist's powerful true qi within him was like paper under Lin Feng's finger strength, imbued with the malevolent energy of the Evil Tiger Heart-Plucking Palm. It was no match for him, crumbling instantly.

Lin Feng's eyes were cold as he tightened his grip!

"Crack!"

The jailer's neck snapped, his head lolling at a grotesque angle. His eyes were wide with terror and confusion as his body went limp, lifeless.

[Killed Jailer, Gained 15 Slaughter Points]

[Current Slaughter Points: 80]

Lin Feng slowly retracted his hand, as if he had just done something trivial.

He flicked imaginary dust from his hand and calmly looked beyond the cell.

Everything had happened so fast that only now did the other jailers nearby react.

They stared in horror at their colleague's corpse, then at Lin Feng, who seemed like a demon within the cell. Their faces turned ashen, as if they had seen a ghost.

"He... he killed the boss!"

"Quick! Surround him! Don't let him out!"

"Go get Lord Qianhu!"

The jailers drew their sabers, their hands trembling as they warily surrounded the cell entrance. Yet, none dared to step forward, and none dared to open the cell door.

Their hands, gripping their swords, shook slightly, their gazes filled with fear as they looked at Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng! You... you're dead!"

"How dare you kill two people in the Imperial Prison! And kill a jailer! You're utterly depraved and lawless!"

"Lord Qianhu will be here any moment! Just wait for death!"

The chaotic shouts and threats echoed through the dim corridor, only highlighting their inner weakness.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the cell, ignoring the clamor around him.

He even slowly closed his eyes, beginning to circulate his internal energy, attempting to break through the partially sealed meridians.

Just then, he heard the sound of leather scraping on the ground outside the cell. It was a familiar sound; the one approaching was none other than Qianhu Sun Dehai.

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