Too Dangerous to Offend, Truly Too Dangerous to Offend

Dai Mubai thought, I'm a dignified Soul Elder, yet a Soul Grandmaster is beating me so badly that I can't even fight back?

Was that reasonable? This was utterly humiliating!

And he was being beaten by his own fiancée, no less.

Where did this woman get such a huge grudge from?

Not far away, Lin Feng caught sight of Zhu Zhuqing growing fiercer and fiercer in battle, a gratified, fatherly smile appearing on his face.

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes were wide open, her small mouth slightly agape.

She had never expected this girl, who looked somewhat aloof and shy, to be so dashing and formidable once she started fighting!

She had especially not expected her to defeat someone stronger than herself and suppress that White Tiger, who looked so powerful, to this extent!

She said that breathtakingly handsome man was her teacher?

The two of them were master and disciple?

Wow! The teacher was absurdly strong, and the disciple was unbelievably fierce too! She loved it!

She wondered whether this teacher accepted sponsorship.

Xiao Wu and Tang San had also been watching from the sidelines.

Tang San's expression was solemn, but a fighting spirit eager to give battle flickered in his eyes.

Thinking of how Xiao Wu had seemed preoccupied after meeting that man earlier, coupled with how Shilake Academy's teachers were now being humiliated in public,

his hostility and displeasure toward Lin Feng had already reached their peak.

Several times, he could not help wanting to step in and assist, but when he saw the terrifying seven Soul Rings beneath Lin Feng's feet and heard him call himself the "Slap God of War," he could only silently put away the Hidden Weapon that had already slipped to his cuff.

A Soul Saint-level powerhouse was not someone he could challenge head-on yet.

Within the domain, Lin Feng watched Zhao Wuji struggle futilely with an amused look.

So what if the Immovable Ming King's defense was strong?

Within his domain, endless phantom blades of grass condensed from Sword Intent covered the ground, while fierce Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, slicing through everything.

All of Zhao Wuji's fierce attacks seemed to strike empty air. They could not shake the foundation of the domain at all and merely wasted Soul Power.

The longer he fought, the more stifled he felt; the longer he fought, the more agitated he became. His dark face had turned purplish red.

"Roar! You've gone too far! Martial Soul Avatar!"

Overwhelmed by humiliation and frustration, Zhao Wuji let out a thunderous roar. At last, he stopped holding back and prepared to unleash his trump card!

He refused to believe that even after using his Martial Soul Avatar, he still would not be able to break this bizarre domain!

Yet Lin Feng merely chuckled and spat lightly again.

"Only now you want to get serious? Too late!"

The shimmering phantom sword in his hand abruptly vanished. The next moment, a Nine-Leaf Sword that seemed capable of cleaving apart the heavens appeared in his palm.

Then, he swung out a slash toward Zhao Wuji!

"Sixth Soul Skill: One Sword Severing Dharma"

Ssh—

A strange sword wave containing the law of severing all energy instantly arrived!

The vast Soul Power around Zhao Wuji, which had been wildly surging as his Martial Soul Avatar formed, seemed to be precisely cut in two by an invisible blade!

That originally raging stream of energy suddenly collapsed!

His Martial Soul Avatar failed to activate, forcibly interrupted mid-cast!

"Pfft—"

Under the backlash from his Soul Skill, Zhao Wuji violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even more terrifyingly, while interrupting his Soul Skill, that bizarre sword wave carried a kind of "true damage" that ignored defense!

A long, deep, savage sword wound appeared out of thin air across Zhao Wuji's burly chest. Flesh curled outward, and the stark white bone beneath could vaguely be seen!

Excruciating pain instantly flooded his nerves!

It was not fatal, but the pain and injury had completely destroyed his ability to fight.

Zhao Wuji's massive body swayed twice before finally dropping to one knee. He could only keep himself from collapsing completely by supporting himself with both arms.

He panted heavily, his eyes filled with terror.

He had no idea what kind of move that was, to actually interrupt his casting by force.

This person was too terrifying. He had not even touched the corner of Lin Feng's clothes, yet he had lost so thoroughly.

They were both Soul Saints—was the gap really this enormous?

His eyes were filled with incredulous horror.

Zhao Wuji did not know that if Lin Feng had truly wanted his life, he would not merely have been seriously injured.

Lin Feng dispelled the sharp domain around him and strolled over to Zhao Wuji, who was sprawled on the ground. Without the slightest courtesy, he began searching him.

Sure enough, he pulled out another heavy money pouch.

He weighed it in satisfaction, then lifted Zhao Wuji's massive body as if tossing away trash and hurled him back into Shilake Academy's courtyard.

"Treat him quickly. If he bleeds out and croaks, don't blame me," he said casually.

Then his gaze shifted, locking precisely onto a hidden corner as he called out, "And you, Flender. As the dean, what kind of example are you setting by hiding there and watching the show for so long?"

He had long discovered Hu Lan De hiding in the shadows.

That guy had probably recognized him from the start and intended to curl up and play dead.

Flender had indeed been drawn out by the commotion long ago. But when he discovered that the person treating Zhao Wuji like a punching bag was actually Lin Feng, he had nearly been frightened out of his wits!

He instantly recalled that table which had been smashed to pieces, and the shadow it cast over him became infinitely vast.

He had already hidden himself in such a remote place outside Suotuo City. How could he still run into this Jinx?

What fucking bad luck!

If he had known it was this lord, he would have stopped Zhao Wuji and Li Song immediately. Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.

Since he had been exposed, Flender could only force himself to come out. Walking up to Lin Feng, he barely managed to squeeze out a smile and cupped his hands. "Sir, our people were indeed in the wrong this time. You've already taught them a lesson and vented your anger. Could we let this matter end here?"

Lin Feng could not be bothered with nonsense. He simply held out his hand and said two words: "Pay up!"

Flender froze, nearly thinking he had misheard.

You beat my people, wrecked my place, and now you want me to pay you? What kind of logic is that? Do you think I'm especially easy to bully?

Thinking it over carefully, that really did seem to be the case. He truly could not beat Lin Feng.

Aaaah!

Flender's heart bled. Why was there no one who could come and deal with this monster?

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain in his heart, he asked, "How many Gold Coins does Your Excellency think would settle this matter?"

"Just... just one thousand Gold Coins," Lin Feng said after thinking for a moment.

Flender nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.

One thousand Gold Coins? Why don't you just rob me? Oh, right, you are robbing me...

The academy's Little Treasury had originally held some money, but more than half of it had just been casually pilfered by you!

"Sir, this... this is truly difficult. I really don't have that much on me right now..."

Flender pleaded poverty.

"You really don't?"

Lin Feng frowned, and his tone instantly turned cold. "If you don't have it, can't you bargain? Take out however much you have on you and give it all to me! Hurry up! Otherwise, I'll kill you too!"

Hearing that familiar phrase, "kill you," again, Flender's heart violently trembled, and cold sweat immediately broke out all over him.

Under normal circumstances, with so many teachers and students in the academy, they might not necessarily fear him if they joined forces.

But after witnessing Zhao Wuji's miserable state with his own eyes, Flender could not muster even the slightest thought of resisting.

Too dangerous to offend, truly too dangerous to offend.

With incomparable heartache, he rummaged around and pulled out every money pouch on his person. Reluctantly handing them over, even his voice trembled:

"Sir, this... this really is everything I own..."