Before his voice had even faded,
Chu Feng stamped his foot. Cracks instantly spread across the bluestone floor, and his entire body appeared above Manager Wang like a cannonball.
The three-hundred-and-eighty-pound Mò Dāo cleaved down with the force to split a mountain. Its edge was as round as the full moon, crashing down with an overwhelmingly violent momentum.
Seeing that there was no way to evade, Manager Wang ignited all his qi and blood. The aura of an Yijin expert erupted without the slightest reservation as he raised his saber to block.
Suddenly!
His expression changed drastically, and the hairs on his back stood on end. Some mysterious instinct told him—
He couldn't block it!
He absolutely couldn't block it!
At this critical juncture, under the stunned gazes of the guards, Manager Wang casually grabbed an unlucky fellow beside him and held him in front of his chest.
"Bang!"
After the tremendous collision, the Mò Dāo cleaved the unlucky guard in two before crashing heavily onto Manager Wang's long saber.
"Clang!"
Manager Wang was splashed all over with blood. The saber in his hand was knocked flying, and his body retreated at breakneck speed.
He blocked it!
He had blocked that terrifying strike!
The joy of surviving a disaster rose in Manager Wang's heart, but when he saw the killing intent in Chu Feng's eyes, he immediately grew terrified again.
"Where did this madman come from? How dare he run wild in Fang Manor?"
A deep, resonant voice came from afar.
A burly middle-aged man appeared in the courtyard, his thick beard luxuriant as a lion's mane. He held a Mountain-Splitting Blade in his hand.
Beside him stood a compact, stocky old man with a sturdy build. A pair of iron claws covered his hands, and his vicious gaze marked him as no good fellow!
The auras emanating from the two were clearly far stronger than Manager Wang's.
Chu Feng knew these two. They were Fang Family's three great Attendants—Mad Saber Yang Yu and Gale Claw Lin Canghe!
Both of them were stronger than Gao Han, experts in the late Yijin stage!
"Concubine Yang, Concubine Lin, save me!"
Manager Wang was like a drowning man who had seized a lifeline, shouting desperately.
"They can't save you!"
Chu Feng snorted coldly. The Mò Dāo in his hand swept across the battlefield, carrying a fierce Gang Wind, and reached Manager Wang's side in the blink of an eye!
If this blow landed solidly, then if Manager Wang still had all four limbs intact afterward, it could only mean Chu Feng's strength was lacking!
Manager Wang was now weaponless. Moreover, his earlier act of grabbing someone as a shield had frightened all the guards into hiding far away. None of them dared approach.
They could only stare in terror at the sweeping Mò Dāo, their eyes filled with fear!
"Wretch! You're courting death!"
Seeing that Chu Feng completely ignored him, Yang Yu's face flushed red with anger, and his eyes brimmed with killing intent.
His body shot forward at top speed, reaching Manager Wang's side in the blink of an eye.
"Clang..."
A tremendous clash of weapons rang out, shaking everyone's ears until they buzzed.
Yang Yu felt as though the Mò Dāo were a primordial beast crashing into him.
The muscles all over his body bulged, stretching his tight martial clothes taut as he used all his strength to block.
Yet his body was still knocked sideways by that sweeping blow.
His shoes ground violently against the floor, sending clouds of dust rolling into the air. Even so, he couldn't stop his momentum, sliding three meters before finally coming to a halt.
Manager Wang, who had thought himself saved, watched helplessly as the Mò Dāo swept toward him with unstoppable force.
A head flew into the air, blood spraying across the sky!
"I told you, you couldn't save him!"
Yang Yu's face turned crimson, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"Damn it, how can this kid be so strong?"
Before he could catch his breath, Chu Feng's saber slashed across. Yang Yu no longer dared to meet it head-on and dodged to the side.
At the same time, he shouted toward his companion, "Old Lin, this kid has astonishing strength! Hurry and help!"
He had never expected that, as an expert in the late Yijin stage, he would need to seek his companion's help to deal with a mere fledgling.
But the situation left him no choice. If he didn't ask for help, he feared he would be the next to die.
Yang Yu had no choice but to call for aid.
The compact and stocky Lin Canghe didn't waste words either.
He lunged forward through the air, the iron claws in his hands flashing with cold light. Using a vicious and sinister move, Monkey Steals the Peach, he struck directly at Chu Feng's vitals.
A cold glint flashed through Chu Feng's eyes. His left leg shot out like a spear, kicking straight toward Lin Canghe's chest.
A trace of mockery flashed through Lin Canghe's eyes. "You actually dare kick me? I'll break one of your legs first!"
"Bang!"
However!
The sound of metal striking metal rang out. His iron claws seemed to have clamped down on steel sinews and iron bones.
Chu Feng retracted his leg and stood upright, while Lin Canghe landed and staggered back more than ten steps, a great gush of blood surging from his mouth.
"How is your skin so tough? My iron claws are made of Frost Iron, yet they can't even break through your defenses?"
Chu Feng had no mind to waste time bantering with these people. After dealing with them, he still had to go find the protagonist!
Before Lin Canghe could steady himself, Chu Feng swung the Mò Dāo down. Every move and every strike carried a force that swept across the world with unrivaled dominance.
Though Lin Canghe's movements were agile, he still couldn't avoid being grazed. His left arm immediately swelled red, and the iron claw in his hand trembled slightly. Clearly, that blow had injured him badly.
"Old Lin, watch out!"
Yang Yu's expression changed, and he hurriedly swung his saber at Chu Feng. He hadn't expected that Lin Canghe, whose strength surpassed his own, would nearly lose an arm after only two exchanges.
Lin Canghe seized the opportunity to unleash his signature technique, joining Yang Yu in attacking Chu Feng from both sides.
"Gale Claw!"
The iron claws in both hands transformed into ten silver streaks that tore through the air, striking toward Chu Feng's eyes with lightning speed!
He refused to believe that this kid's eyes could withstand his Frost Iron claws too!
Chu Feng remained calm and unhurried. His left hand shifted the long saber horizontally, effortlessly blocking Yang Yu's great blade.
At the same time, his right hand formed a claw and collided with Lin Canghe's iron claw, not falling behind in the slightest.
The eyes were vital parts of the human body. Although Chu Feng had confidence in the Kui Ox Body, he wasn't foolish enough to experiment here.
Chu Feng fought one against two without giving up the slightest advantage.
That vast, surging strength placed tremendous pressure on Yang Yu and Lin Canghe.
Yang Yu was holding up somewhat better, but Lin Canghe was in a bad way. He was a speed-type martial artist to begin with, yet his iron claws were completely helpless against Chu Feng's skin.
Moreover, his arm was injured. The battle situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable to them.
Chu Feng smashed a heavy punch toward Lin Canghe. Though the latter blocked with his iron claw, the punch still broke through his defense and struck his belly, sending him flying seven or eight meters.
"Ah! You bastard, go to hell!"
Lin Canghe, covered in dust, shot up from the ground. Enraged and humiliated, he roared, "Gale Claw!"
"Die!"
Yang Yu also shouted, swinging his great saber to its absolute limit until countless afterimages appeared!
"Mad Saber Shadow Split!"
The cold-flashing iron claws and the Mountain-Splitting Blade, its countless saber shadows merging into one, launched both killing moves at Chu Feng together.
This time, the two of them were truly fighting for their lives, erupting with all their strength without holding anything back.
Chu Feng's expression remained as still as an ancient well. He already had a clear grasp of their strength. There was no need to play around any longer.
He lowered his waist and settled into a horse stance, gripping the Mò Dāo tightly. Then the muscles throughout his body surged, and the Flesh Vajra hidden beneath his clothes emerged. Strands of blue-jade-colored sinews coursed across his skin.
"Wind Cutter!"
One horizontal sweep unleashed an overbearing saber force without equal. The air shrieked as though a bolt of cloth were being torn apart.
"Wuuu!"
It was as if the wind itself were howling in grief!
A stone pillar as thick as an adult's waist was severed in the middle and came crashing down with a thunderous boom!
Chu Feng turned with the saber in hand and walked slowly toward the rear courtyard.
Yang Yu, who stood before the pillar, had his saber broken and his body shattered!
Lin Canghe behind him had likewise been caught in the aftermath of that incomparably violent strike. The iron claws made of Frost Iron were wrecked beyond recognition, while his bones were crushed and his flesh reduced to pulp!
[Slain an expert in the late Yijin stage, Plunder Lifespan: fifteen years!] [Slain an expert in the late Yijin stage, Plunder Lifespan: fifteen years!]
Afterward, with every step Chu Feng took, the Fang Family Guards retreated one step, until they reached the wall and had nowhere left to go.
Only then did someone finally awaken as if from a dream and shout,
"Run!"
As though they had rehearsed it beforehand, the remaining guards and servants scattered like startled birds and fleeing beasts.
Chu Feng didn't pursue them. He passed through the wall and headed east toward the rear courtyard, where Fang Jian Xing's Warm Fragrance Pavilion was located.
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