Shadow Kill Tower

The attendant was leisurely using a silver skewer to pick at the broad beans in a dish, his eyes occasionally flicking towards the group of martial artists.

Su Fei chose an empty table and sat down, about to order some food.

Just then, someone from the group of martial artists slammed the table and shouted.

"Boss, bring us another two pounds of braised beef."

The old man cooking responded. The cooking oil in the iron wok sizzled, and the aroma drifted over with the evening breeze.

"Guest, what would you like to order?"

An old woman carrying a stack of clean bowls and chopsticks walked over, set them down, and asked with a smile.

"A bowl of beef noodles, a few steamed buns, and a pot of hot tea."

"Coming right up!"

As the old woman turned to leave, someone from the group of martial artists burst into loud, coarse laughter.

"Hey, pretty boy, is that fan of yours made of gold? Shaking it back and forth like that, afraid people don't know you're a rich kid?"

The hand of the young man in white holding the folding fan paused. He didn't speak, but his attendant's face turned red.

"What my young master uses is none of your business!"

"You little brat, you're quite arrogant!"

A scarred man slapped the table.

"We're talking to your young master, do you have the right to interrupt?"

Just as a conflict was about to erupt, Su Fei picked up his hot tea, his gaze sweeping across the two groups.

Judging by their auras, the highest level among those martial artists was only at the second level of the True Qi Realm. The young man in white, though appearing effeminate, was a martial artist at the fifth level of the True Qi Realm.

Furthermore, based on Su Fei's observation, both the 'young man in white' and his attendant were disguised women.

Just then, the old man brought over a large bowl of beef noodles and smiled, trying to smooth things over.

"Please calm down, everyone. It's best to be harmonious when traveling!"

The two groups then backed down.

At that moment, Su Fei's horse, perhaps having eaten its fill, let out a long neigh.

The neigh was clear and loud, startling the group of martial artists.

The scarred man stared at the horse.

"What a fine horse. This horse is likely a thousand-mile steed."

"Brother, your horse is impressive. I'll offer eighty taels of silver for it. Will you sell?"

Su Fei smiled.

A thousand-mile steed, and you offer only eighty taels? You're truly generous.

"It was a gift from a friend. I'm not selling."

He thought the matter would end there.

Unexpectedly, the scarred man, perhaps having had too much to drink, felt his pride wounded by Su Fei's refusal in front of so many companions.

He grabbed his saber and walked directly to Su Fei's table.

He slammed the saber onto the table with force, glaring fiercely at Su Fei.

"Only your horse is valuable, and my silver isn't silver?"

Su Fei frowned. Facing such a scoundrel, Su Fei naturally wouldn't indulge him.

He extended a finger and seemingly casually pointed at the scarred man's chest.

Before the man could react, a Finger Flicking Divine Ability was unleashed, striking the acupoint Zhongwan on his chest.

The scarred man's eyes bulged, his body went limp, and he collapsed, his breath instantly ceasing.

This happened in the blink of an eye. The wine bowls on the table were still gently shaking. The man's companions stared blankly for a moment before snapping back to reality.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother is dead! Kill this brat!"

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The remaining four martial artists roared, drawing their sabers and swords. The glint of steel flashed as they lunged at Su Fei, showing no hint of mercy.

Although they were only at the first or second level of the True Qi Realm, they had lived by the blade for years, their attacks fierce and deadly.

Su Fei sat still. As the blades neared him, his Nine Yang True Qi erupted.

He formed his left hand into a palm and unleashed the "Dragon Appearing in the Field" technique. A golden dragon-shaped qi blast roared out, striking the back of the saber of the foremost attacker.

"Crack!"

The steel saber snapped in two. The attacker, struck by the palm wind, was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood as he died.

The other three saw this and their attacks faltered.

His right palm swept out, the palm force of "Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use" like a great river descending, instantly blasting the two away. They were already silent by the time they hit the ground.

The last man was so terrified he lost his wits and turned to flee.

Su Fei flicked his finger, and a Finger Flicking Divine Ability shot through the air, striking the man's back. The man stumbled a few steps, then collapsed by the horse trough, not moving again.

In just a few breaths, all five ruffians were dead.

The entire tea stall was deathly silent, only the iron pot on the stove was still sizzling.

The young man in white suddenly stood up, his folding fan "shua" opening, covering half his face. His eyes, however, were filled with shock.

Although she had seen Su Fei's extraordinary bearing, she hadn't expected him to be able to so easily kill five skilled martial artists in an instant.

This strength was simply terrifying.

He was likely a powerful martial artist of the Xiantian Realm.

No wonder her family always told her that there were always stronger people in this world, and that she must be careful when traveling.

"Murder! Murder!"

The old woman was the first to react, slumping to the ground, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

The old man was also so scared his face turned pale. The wok in his hand clanged as it fell to the ground. Looking at the corpses scattered everywhere, his lips trembled as he walked to the old woman's side.

He looked timid and fearful.

Su Fei glanced at the terrified old couple, then at the young man in white with a shocked expression. He picked up the teapot on the table and leisurely poured himself a cup of hot tea.

"Sorry to disturb your business, boss. This silver is to compensate for your losses."

He took out a silver ingot from his robes and placed it on the table, his tone as calm as if he had just crushed a few ants.

"As for these people, they blocked the road and tried to steal horses. They deserved to die."

After speaking, he picked up his teacup and took a slow sip.

Su Fei had just put down his teacup, the warmth of the tea still lingering on his fingertips, when a sudden change occurred.

The old woman, who had been sitting on the ground in terror, suddenly sprang up like a wild cat. Her previously cloudy eyes now flashed with fierce light.

A cold glint flashed from her sleeve, and a three-inch long Water Splitting Thorn was already in her hand. Her entire body erupted with the True Yuan fluctuations of the Peak True Qi Realm, stabbing directly at Su Fei's right shoulder. Her hoarse voice carried killing intent.

"The one who will take your life is a Black Rank Killer from the Shadow Kill Tower, Heavenly Cripple!"

Almost at the same instant, the old man who had dropped his wok also moved.

His body was hunched, but his movements were swift as a ghost. He drew a soft sword from his waist, the blade as straight as iron, and with a whistling sound that broke through the air, he thrust it towards Su Fei's left shoulder, growling.

"Shadow Kill Tower Black Rank Killer, Earth Defect!"

The two attacked from left and right, their coordination seamless. The Water Splitting Thorn was venomous and tricky, while the soft sword was swift and fierce, clearly the work of seasoned killer partners.

Their previous timidity and fear were all a disguise.

The young man in white took half a step back in shock, gripping his folding fan tightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

What? This old couple who ran the shop were actually killers from the Shadow Kill Tower, the world's foremost assassin organization.

He hadn't noticed it at all.

It seemed they both possessed Peak Xiantian strength. A sudden attack like this would likely injure even an ordinary Grandmaster.

How would this young man before him deal with this? Could he dodge this strike?

The young man in white held his breath.

Su Fei's expression, however, remained unchanged, as if he had already anticipated this scene.