Black Wind Village changes hands

At this very moment, a translucent, blood-red interface popped up before Lin Feng:

[Slay the Black Tiger Demon, gain 1500 Slaughter Points]

This prompt arrived at the perfect time.

Lin Feng sneered inwardly; Slaughter Points were exactly what he desperately needed.

The Black Tiger Demon, enduring the excruciating pain of shattered ribs and the terror of impending death, stared fixedly at Lin Feng with blood-red eyes, its voice distorted by agony as it issued a fierce threat.

"Human! Stop! Do you know I am the first on the Yellow Ranking, a patrol envoy under the Lesser Celestial Lord Wang Teng! Kill me, and you make an enemy of Wang Teng!"

It struggled to lift its head, attempting to display its last vestiges of authority.

"Lord Wang Teng is a true dragon of this era, blessed with immense fortune. At only twenty-five, he has already touched the peak of the Seventh Rank! He is destined to be the ruler of this land! Even with your Palm Intent, you are merely a slightly larger ant before him!"

It panted, demon blood continuously pouring from its mouth and nose. Its tone softened slightly, tinged with temptation.

"Retreat now, and I swear on my demon soul that I will pretend this never happened! Furthermore... I can even recommend you to serve under Lord Wang Teng. With your abilities, you will surely be highly valued! Why ruin your future for a moment of pride?!"

It attempted to use Wang Teng's fearsome reputation and future prospects to intimidate Lin Feng, throwing out a hollow promise in exchange for a sliver of hope for survival.

However, Lin Feng stepped forward, his pace steady. The words "Wang Teng" and their description caused him no pause or hesitation whatsoever. His gaze was as indifferent as if he were looking at a dead thing.

"Wang Teng?"

"I'll send him down to accompany you!"

A cold curve formed on his lips. His tone was plain, yet it carried an extreme level of disdain.

"How dare you! Lord Wang Teng will never let you go! He will definitely flay your soul and refine your spirit, ensuring you never find peace for eternity!!"

Seeing that threats and temptations were entirely ineffective, the Black Tiger Demon fell into complete terror and despair, letting out a hysterical roar. Ignoring its grievous injuries, it suddenly struggled to rise, its remaining demon power burning wildly as a final, reckless counterattack! Its claws flashed with a dark light, aiming straight for Lin Feng's throat!

Lin Feng wasted no more words. His eyes sharpened. Palm up, palm down.

His left palm brushed lightly, its Sea Covering Palm Intent like invisible waves, skillfully diverting and neutralizing the Black Tiger Demon's chaotic, dying struggles. Its fatal claw missed its mark, tearing through the air in vain.

His right palm, however, was like a colossal axe splitting a mountain. The Mountain Splitting Palm Intent, condensed to its absolute limit, erupted fiercely, striking with pinpoint accuracy upon the demon's already injured crown!

"Puchi!"

The tiger's roar abruptly ceased. The sound of its skull cracking was clearly audible, and a spray of red and white instantly splattered.

[Slay the Black Tiger Demon, gained 1500 Slaughter Points] [Current Total Slaughter Points: 1750]

Lin Feng grabbed the fur at the back of the massive tiger's neck. With a slight pull, he lifted it, then turned sharply. His cold gaze swept across the surroundings like tangible electricity.

The bandits who had been watching from a distance, or who were utterly horrified by the sight of their fort master manifesting his demon form and being slain.

Upon meeting that indifferent, emotionless gaze, their bodies trembled violently. The weapons in their hands clattered, almost slipping from their grasp. The thick scent of blood mixed with the residual demonic aura and the killing intent radiating from Lin Feng, pressing down on everyone's hearts like an invisible boulder, suffocating them.

The Black Wind Stronghold master, Cao Meng, was this beast in disguise. He has now been executed.

Lin Feng's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. It echoed clearly in the deathly silent front courtyard, striking the heart of every bandit.

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"Do you all wish to accompany him to the grave?"

A simple question, accompanied by the terrifying tiger head, became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of weapons hitting the ground rose one after another, forming a continuous stream. The surviving bandits' faces were ashen. Their psychological defenses completely collapsed. They all knelt down, pressing their foreheads forcefully against the cold ground with resounding thuds, their cries for mercy unending.

"Spare us! Lord, spare us! We are willing to surrender! Willing to surrender! From now on, we will obey your every command, with absolute loyalty!"

Lin Feng nodded indifferently. He was not surprised by the submission of these disorganized rabble.

"Effective immediately, Black Wind Village has a new owner."

He announced, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Those who surrender will be temporarily restrained according to the stronghold's rules. Do not cause trouble, and await further disposition."

His gaze suddenly turned cold, sweeping across the entire area.

"Anyone who resists, refuses, or acts in bad faith will be killed without mercy!"

"We obey the village chief's orders!" the bandits shouted from the ground, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

Lin Feng said no more, carrying the still dripping tiger head, and walked directly towards the direction of the mountain stronghold's treasury in his memory.

Wherever he passed, the bandits prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling.

No one dared to look up, and no one dared to block him even half a step.

Arriving at the thick iron door of the treasury, Lin Feng did not look for a key. He directly struck out with his palm, his internal energy surging.

With a "boom," the lock broke, and the door swung open.

The light inside was dim, but several chests could be seen open, their gold, silver, and treasures reflecting a faint glow. There were also several wooden shelves displaying porcelain bottles, some spirit-infused ores, and several good-quality weapons.

Lin Feng untied the seemingly ordinary storage bag from his waist, recited a short incantation, and the mouth of the bag opened, creating an invisible suction force.

The gold, silver, elixirs, ores, weapons, and other valuable items in the treasury were drawn into the bag as if by an invisible hand, entering in an orderly fashion.

In just a moment, the treasury, which had been quite full, was emptied, leaving only worthless miscellaneous items.

Lin Feng tied up the storage bag and turned to leave with a calm expression.

He carried the large tiger head, its bloodstains already somewhat dry and black, but still ferocious and terrifying, and calmly descended the mountain village.

Down the mountain, a small squad of soldiers in Northern Garrison Command attire, ordered to provide support, was waiting anxiously. They had heard the terrifying tiger roars and fierce fighting sounds from the mountain earlier, and their hearts were in their throats, but they dared not move due to their orders.

Seeing Lin Feng descend the mountain safely, carrying the conspicuous tiger head, they all gasped, their eyes instantly drawn to the head.

Immediately, unconcealable joy and deep reverence surged onto their faces.

"My lord! You... you really succeeded!"

The captain excitedly stepped forward, his voice trembling, his gaze towards Lin Feng completely changed.

"Cao Meng has been executed, and the mountain stronghold has surrendered," Lin Feng said concisely, explaining the situation. "We will return to the city to report."

"Yes! My lord's might is divine!" all the soldiers responded in unison, their voices loud, their morale soaring as never before.

Before this mission, most of them had been apprehensive, even thinking it was a suicide mission.

Now, not only had the mission been completed, but they had also personally witnessed a miracle, filling them with admiration for this young Qianhu.

The group escorted several surrendered minor bandit leaders and began their journey back to Black Rock City.

Lin Feng walked at the front of the procession, the conspicuous black tiger head in his hand serving as the most irrefutable trophy and proof of his strength.

Pedestrians and merchants occasionally encountered along the way, upon seeing the ferocious tiger head from afar, showed expressions of horror and quickly moved to the sides of the road, whispering amongst themselves.

News of a young expert from the Northern Garrison Command single-handedly taking down Black Wind Stronghold and killing the demonized stronghold master spread like wildfire, as if it had grown wings, reaching Black Rock City ahead of time.