Imperial Inspector

Half an hour later, the sun hung high in the sky.

Lin Feng reined in his horse, and the steed reared up, neighing loudly.

He sat steadily on its back, his gaze fixed on Black Rock City not far away.

Below the city gates, two distinct groups of people stood apart.

The group on the left, about a hundred strong, were all clad in the standard black light armor of the Northern Garrison Command, long sabers at their waists, standing silently and rigidly.

At the front of the formation, a squad leader spotted Lin Feng and immediately strode forward, cupping his fists in greeting. "Third Banner of the Northern Garrison Command, under the orders of Lord Shen, is here to welcome Qianhu Lin!" he announced in a clear, resonant voice.

Lin Feng nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

His gaze shifted to the group on the right.

The group on the right appeared loose and disorganized, numbering nearly two hundred. Their attire varied, and their weapons were a motley assortment.

Most of them wore arrogant expressions, led by three middle-aged men in brocade robes, whose auras were not weak.

These three clearly belonged to the three major local aristocratic families. The one in the middle, the representative of the Wang Family, showed almost no attempt to conceal the disdain in his eyes.

As Lin Feng's gaze swept over them, unrestrained laughter and chatter erupted from the crowd, their voices grating.

"Tsk, is this the Lin Feng who got lucky and stumbled into a win on the stage?"

"Eighth Rank cultivation? Wang Teng young master could crush him with one finger. What makes him qualified to be our leader? Leading us to suppress bandits? Don't lead us to our deaths!"

"Exactly! The head of the Wang Family said that us listening to his orders is giving face to the Northern Garrison Command. Does he really think he's all that?"

"Look at him, like a skinny monkey. He probably can't even lift a saber, right? Hahahaha!"

"..."

The jeers grew louder and louder, especially from the Wang Family's contingent, who were the most vocal. Their faces were etched with defiance and contempt, as if Lin Feng were a colossal joke.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Northern Garrison Command flushed with anger, their sharp gazes fixed on the other side, their hands gripping their saber hilts.

But the military discipline was strict. Without orders, they could only suppress their rage.

Lin Feng's gaze swept coldly over the group of heckling private soldiers from the aristocratic families. His voice was not loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that cut through the clamor.

"Silence!"

He paused, his tone decisive.

"Once you are in my army, you must abide by military regulations. Any further unprovoked shouting or provocation of a superior officer will be punished by death according to the law."

"Death?" In the Wang Family's ranks, a burly man with a fierce scar across his face scoffed. He was one of the leaders of these private soldiers, possessing Eighth Rank strength. "Qianhu Lin, what a display of authority!

What's wrong with us brothers speaking the truth? The law doesn't punish the masses. Are you going to chop us all down?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the jeers and whistles from behind him intensified, and the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

At the very peak of this uproar, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Lin Feng's mind:

[Eliminate all heckling soldiers and gain 250 Slaughter Points!]

Killing intent, like ice water, instantly flooded Lin Feng's chest. There was no hesitation.

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of his saber.

The chilling aura unique to the Netherworld Ghost Blade began to spread silently, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

"Stop!"

A sharp shout came from the side.

A middle-aged official wearing the uniform of an Imperial Inspector, with a pale, beardless face, strode over, his expression as dark as water.

He stepped directly between Lin Feng and the heckling private soldiers, pointing at Lin Feng, and sternly demanded.

"Qianhu Lin! What are you doing!"

He reprimanded Lin Feng righteously.

"When marching into battle, it's normal for soldiers to have some opinions and grumble a bit!

A general should have a broad mind and guide them. How can you draw your sword and intend to execute your own soldiers over a few words?

This is not the way of a general, but acting on impulse! Put your saber away at once!"

Seeing the Imperial Inspector step forward to back them up, the Wang Family's private soldiers became even more emboldened. Their laughter mixed with flattery towards the Imperial Inspector, making the scene even more chaotic.

Lin Feng looked at the Imperial Inspector blocking his path, his eyes as cold as ten thousand years of ice. "Lord Imperial Inspector speaks from a position of privilege."

He flicked his wrist sharply!

"Clang!"

The long saber was drawn from its scabbard, its cold blade reflecting a dazzling, icy light under the sun, pointing directly at the Imperial Inspector and the still-shouting soldiers behind him.

"By the direct appointment of Lord Shen, I, Lin Feng, am the Qianhu for this bandit suppression operation, holding the power of life and death!

Military orders are like mountains, not to be trifled with!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a steely, bloodthirsty aura.

"They want to see that the law doesn't punish the masses? Then today, I will show them that it does!"

Lin Feng moved like a phantom before his words had even finished.

He tapped his foot and swept past the Imperial Inspector like a gust of wind, completely ignoring his obstruction and charging straight into the group of jeering private soldiers!

A flash of blade light erupted!

Like ghostly netherworld fire, silent and traceless, yet carrying a deadly chill.

The perfected realm of the "Netherworld Ghost Blade" was fully displayed at this moment.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud echoed as the blade sliced through flesh.

"Ah—!"

A piercing scream instantly replaced the previous laughter and commotion.

The scarred man leading the group was the first to bear the brunt. His face was still frozen in a look of shock and disbelief as his head flew into the sky, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Immediately after, the few who had been shouting the loudest and jumping the highest fell like grass flattened by a strong wind, unable to even let out a second scream before they lay dead.

Lin Feng's blade movements didn't stop. His footwork was as fast as lightning, weaving and dodging through the crowd.

The killing intent of the Netherworld Ghost Blade locked onto every target that had been making noise earlier.

Each flash of the blade accurately drew a spray of hot blood, ruthlessly claiming a life.

His cultivation at the perfected Eighth Rank made dealing with these private soldiers, who were at most Ninth Rank and had no fighting spirit and were caught off guard, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep – unstoppable.

The soldiers of the Northern Garrison Command watched, dumbfounded. Though brave, they had never witnessed such brutal and efficient slaughter.

Immediately, their eyes blazed with intense fervor and awe as they fixed their gaze on the figure that resembled a god of slaughter.

The private soldiers from the noble families, on the other hand, were completely terrified.

Some tried to resist, only to find that the opponent's blade was too fast to even see its trajectory. Others tried to flee, but felt a chilling, icy killing intent locked onto them, making their legs feel as heavy as lead.

A massacre!

This was a one-sided slaughter!

In an instant, nearly a hundred private soldiers who had been jeering and making noise moments before were all slaughtered by Lin Feng alone, as easily as cutting vegetables!

Limbs and severed arms littered the ground, and a thick, nauseating smell of blood instantly permeated the area outside the city gate, making even the sunlight seem dimmer.

[Killed all the jeering soldiers, gained 250 Slaughter Points!]

A cold system notification sounded in Lin Feng's mind like heavenly music.

Lin Feng stood with his blade in hand, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

Blood dripped from the blade, gathering into streams and flowing down the gleaming edge, hitting the ground with a "drip, drip" sound.

It formed a small stream of blood at his feet. A killing aura swirled around him, his eyes icy cold, like a god of slaughter returning from hell.

The Imperial Inspector, terrified by the extremely bloody and horrifying scene before him, stumbled back several steps, his legs weakening, nearly collapsing to the ground.

His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and the finger he pointed at Lin Feng trembled uncontrollably.

"You... you... Lin Feng! How dare you... how dare you slaughter soldiers like this! You... you are rebelling! You are killing innocents!"

His voice became sharp and distorted due to extreme fear and anger.

He suddenly drew the supervising sword from his waist, as if grabbing onto the last straw of hope, and hoarsely roared at all the soldiers around who had not yet been involved:

"The supervising sword is here! All soldiers, heed my command!

Lin Feng is cruel and merciless, killing innocents, and disobeying military orders! Capture this villain for your Imperial Inspector! Execute him on the spot as a warning to others!"

As the order was given, the atmosphere in the field instantly became extremely tense!

The hundred soldiers of the Northern Garrison Command moved without hesitation, a crisp sound of swords being drawn from their scabbards.

They moved swiftly, quickly assembling in front of Lin Feng, forming a tight battle formation and firmly protecting him behind them.

Their blades pointed outward, facing the Imperial Inspector and the stunned remnants of the noble families with a cold standoff.

Their eyes were firm, clearly only recognizing Lin Feng as their Qianhu.

Some soldiers who belonged to the other two noble families, as well as some soldiers intimidated by the Imperial Inspector's authority, slowly moved their feet under the Imperial Inspector's hoarse and repeated urging.

They began to encircle from the flanks, their gleaming blades subtly pointing towards Lin Feng, who was protected within the formation.

For a moment, under the Black Rock City gate, both sides stood with weapons drawn, swords pointed, a murderous aura filling the air, and the situation was on the verge of exploding!

Just then, in Lin Feng's mind, the cold system notification sounded again, devoid of any emotion:

[Kill the Imperial Inspector, gain 350 Slaughter Points!]

Lin Feng looked at the furious Imperial Inspector not far away, who was still shouting about capturing him, and a cruel, cold arc slowly formed on his lips.

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