At this moment, Hu San Shan's eyes still held a trace of confusion. He had no idea when he had offended this vicious man.
Chu Feng did not respond. He simply launched into a one-sided slaughter of the people Hu San Shan had brought!
Not a beating!
A slaughter!
Like swatting ants to death, in the space of a few breaths, before they even had time to scream, all five men Hu San Shan had brought were beaten to death!
"We're people of the Fang Family of Yong'an City. How dare you kill us?"
"Aren't you afraid the Fang Family will hunt you down?"
Hu San Shan trembled all over in terror. He forced himself to roar at the top of his lungs to bolster his courage, hoping to use the Fang Family to intimidate the Fierce God before him!
Chu Feng's face remained expressionless. He did not answer, advancing step by step like a killing machine devoid of thought.
Hu San Shan glanced around wildly, having no will to fight. All he wanted was to escape.
Whoosh!
All the strength in his body gathered in his legs as he sprinted for his life toward the busiest part of the street.
How could Chu Feng possibly let him go? The instant Hu San Shan moved, Chu Feng gave chase.
A look of delight appeared in fleeing Hu San Shan's eyes, because he saw Captain Xu and the others patrolling at the end of the street.
"Captain Xu, come help me..."
Captain Xu had just finished patrolling one district and was planning to find somewhere to have a cup of tea and rest for a while.
Suddenly hearing someone call out, he instinctively turned his head and saw Hu San Shan, who had been chatting and laughing with him moments ago, being pursued by a burly thug.
"Where did this madman come from? How dare he commit violence in broad daylight?"
Captain Xu shouted and moved to provide support, but suddenly saw the burly thug catch up with Hu San Shan in two or three strides and punch straight through his chest and abdomen.
"Save me..."
A bloody palm thrust out through his chest. The light in Hu San Shan's eyes vanished in an instant, and the words died at his lips.
As the hand withdrew, his body crashed heavily to the ground.
Captain Xu and the two other young constables were dumbfounded.
For a time, all three froze, their bodies stiff as they forgot what to do next.
They had thought it was merely an ordinary brawl. Who could have imagined that someone would actually be killed?
And the victim was a servant of the Fang Family, the great clan of Yong'an City.
At this moment.
The three of them also got a clear look at the killer's face.
His face was covered in thick folds of flesh, fierce and baleful, the sort no one could forget after seeing once.
Yet his entire body was exceptionally muscular and sturdy. Standing there, he looked like a solid door panel!
The burly thug had killed someone, but he was in no hurry to leave.
Instead, he leisurely wiped the blood from his hand on Hu San Shan's clothes, then took out several pieces of broken silver.
After casting Captain Xu and the other two a faint glance, he vanished into the shadows of a nearby alley.
Captain Xu and the other two came to their senses as if waking from a dream and hurried toward the place where Hu San Shan had fallen.
The three reached Hu San Shan and examined him.
At this point, a huge hole had been torn through Hu San Shan's chest, and he was utterly lifeless.
Someone who had still been talking and laughing moments ago had become a corpse in the blink of an eye. Even Captain Xu, who had seen many murder cases, felt his blood run cold.
One young constable shouted, "Thief, don't run!"
He was about to give chase when Captain Xu grabbed him and pulled him back.
The young constable did not understand, until Captain Xu pointed toward the corpses strewn throughout the alley.
"Do you have a death wish? How could we possibly take down a vicious criminal like this?"
"Hurry and notify the yamen, and the Fang Family too..."
Chu Feng turned through several street corners.
He arrived at the main street in the western part of the city, where countless small merchants and peddlers gathered.
"Selling oil..."
An old man carrying a shoulder pole ambled along, stopping from time to time to look back and see whether any customers were following.
When Chu Feng saw that the constables had not chased after him like fools, he actually felt a little disappointed.
He had not altered his muscles and still maintained the figure of a hulking man, walking down the street with calm composure.
Chu Feng did not return to Hongyun Restaurant.
A little investigation would be enough to uncover the movements of Hu San Shan and the others.
He had to cause a little more trouble so that the Fang Family and the yamen could not link this to Lin Da Niu.
[Name: Chu Feng.] [Cultivation: Late Stage Marrow Tempering.] [Plundered Lifespan: 10 years and 6 months] [Techniques: Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique at Perfection, Breaking Edge Saber Technique at Perfection, Savage Ox Muscle Tempering Art at Perfection, Butcher Ding's Ox-Dissecting Saber Technique at Great Accomplishment.]
Killing and arson truly did bring a golden belt!
Plundering lifespan really was faster when slaughtering the foremost of the myriad living beings!
Thus, Chu Feng activated his deduction without the slightest hesitation in his heart.
"Bet it all!"
[You comprehended the Bitter Cultivation Golden Toad Marrow Tempering Art. You discovered that cultivating two techniques simultaneously severely slowed your cultivation speed. After five years of bitter cultivation, the Golden Toad Muscle Tempering Art only reached Minor Accomplishment, tempering 416 muscles and allowing you to erupt with five thousand jin of tremendous strength.] [After ten years and six months of bitter cultivation, the Golden Toad Muscle Tempering Art reached Great Accomplishment, tempering 532 muscles. With every movement of your hands and feet, you could erupt with eight thousand jin of tremendous strength!]
Just then, the people on the street suddenly began panicking.
"Get out of the way!"
A sharp shout rang beside his ear.
Chu Feng turned his head and saw a man riding a tall horse, charging recklessly through the street.
The horse was snow-white from head to hoof, without a single stray mark—a truly priceless breed.
Chu Feng recognized it: "Mysterious Frost Treading Snow."
This famous horse had been purchased from the Western Regions by Fang Jian Xing after he asked the Fang Family's patriarch to spend a thousand gold coins. It was fed the finest fodder every day, supplemented with fresh eggs and milk, and raised with meticulous care.
The person on its back was not Fang Jian Xing, but a collateral descendant of the Fang Family.
Although Fang Jian Xing adored this horse, he could not ride it for training every day.
Whenever he had no time, the collateral descendants who fawned over Fang Jian Xing would volunteer to take Mysterious Frost Treading Snow out to stretch its legs.
When the oil seller carrying a shoulder pole saw the white horse charging toward him, he frantically dodged. His steps faltered, and he accidentally fell to the ground, spilling oil everywhere.
The old man was so frightened that he abandoned even the oil and hurriedly crawled toward the roadside.
Chu Feng was standing right beside him. He reached out and pulled the old man up.
"You useless fool, didn't you hear me?"
"Get out of the way! Don't obstruct me..."
Seeing someone blocking the road, the rider grew furious.
He lashed the whip straight at Chu Feng's face.
"Whoosh!"
Chu Feng caught the whistling whip in his hand. The rider yanked hard, but it did not budge in the slightest.
Only then did he notice Chu Feng's burly frame. He put on a fierce expression and said, "I'm Fang Yun Hu. This is Young Master Fang's beloved horse, 'Mysterious Frost Treading Snow.' Don't make trouble, you brute!"
When the oil seller saw the vicious Fang Yun Hu, he hurriedly apologized.
"Sir, please spare us! We'll leave right away, right away..."
He tugged at Chu Feng and found that the other man did not move at all.
He glanced at the lofty Fang Family young master, then could no longer spare any thought for Chu Feng and ran off alone.
The great Fang Family was someone a poor old man like him absolutely could not afford to offend!
"You brute, are you trying to oppose the Fang Family?" Fang Yun Hu shouted angrily when he saw that Chu Feng remained motionless.
"The Fang Family really is overbearing. I was simply walking along, yet you still tried to whip me. Do you really think everyone is afraid of your Fang Family?"
As he spoke, Chu Feng tightened his grip on the whip and yanked Fang Yun Hu down.
A fist the size of a sandbag came crashing down. Even though Fang Yun Hu possessed Late Skin Grinding Stage strength, his muscles and bones were shattered, and he vomited blood.
Fang Yun Hu was terrified at once. The strength of this Fierce God was far too horrifying; with only one punch, he had completely lost the ability to move.
Seeing the second punch descend, he cried out in terror, "Hero, spare my life! I was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai!"
"Whether you're forgiven is the work of Heaven. My only responsibility is sending you to meet Him!"
Chu Feng had been looking for trouble with the Fang Family, and now a scapegoat had delivered himself to his door. How could he possibly stop?
As the iron fist descended, Fang Yun Hu vomited blood. The light in his eyes dimmed, and he fell silent.
[Slain a Late Skin Grinding Stage Martial Artist. Plundered 3 years of lifespan.]
It was only because Chu Feng had never practiced a fist technique that Fang Yun Hu had managed to endure two punches!
Just as Chu Feng was beating Fang Yun Hu to death, the white horse seemed to have gained sentience.
Taking advantage of the opening while Chu Feng was attacking, it suddenly reared up on both hooves and viciously stomped toward his head.
Chu Feng stood as firm as a mountain. Watching the descending hooves, the muscles in both his arms swelled another circle.
The veins in his arms coiled like horned dragons. The iron hooves bearing more than five thousand jin of tremendous strength were actually caught and held securely in Chu Feng's arms.
The horse whinnied, struggling violently.
Yet Chu Feng was like a human-shaped stake, firmly driven into the ground and utterly unmoving.
"It's a fine horse. What a pity you chose the wrong master!" Chu Feng bellowed as he suddenly exerted strength with both hands.
Mysterious Frost Treading Snow whinnied in terror. As if sensing the threat to its life, it unleashed all its strength and struggled, but it was futile.
Chu Feng's arms coiled around the horse's head like giant pythons. He slowly increased his strength. As the sound of cracking bones rang out, the white horse let out a mournful cry.
"Neigh..."
The surrounding commoners stared in shock as they realized that this terrifying Fierce God had lifted the eight- or nine-hundred-jin white horse above his head, then slammed it down in a crushing throw.
The horse's head struck the ground with a heavy thud. Its skull shattered, and blood soaked a large patch of earth, staining its snow-white fur crimson as well.
[Slain a white horse. Plundered 3 years of lifespan.]
Seeing this bloody, violent scene, the commoners fled in terror, afraid that they might be implicated in the matter.
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