Selling Out His Teammate

Roar!!

A dragon's roar rang through the woods, golden light illuminating the night sky.

Boom!

Qin Feng drew a breath deep into his dantian and thrust out a palm. A muffled impact suddenly echoed through the woods.

The charging Tooth Tiger Demon Beast was like a kite with its strings cut. It crashed to the ground, scattering fallen leaves everywhere. After twitching a few times, it finally breathed its last.

"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host. You stopped the Son of Heaven from showing off and winning a girl's favor. You've earned 500 Villain Points!"

"What kind of move was that?!"

Lin San's eyes bulged like copper bells. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

He'd thought Qin Feng's Cutting Heaven Sword Drawing Technique was already terrifying enough. But he never expected this Great Mighty Dragon to be even more frightening. With just one move, it had instantly killed a Tooth Tiger Demon Beast at the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm.

Even though the beast had already been badly wounded, a second-level Transcendent Realm cultivator instantly killing a ninth-level Transcendent Realm demon beast was a massive shock to him, the First Sword of a hundred years from now.

"Young Master Qin is amazing!"

Zi Yuan's eyes brimmed with wonder, and her affection for Qin Feng soared.

"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host. You stopped the Son of Heaven from showing off and winning a goddess's favor. You've earned 500 Villain Points!"

"Huff, huff. Earning these 500 points was no easy feat!"

Qin Feng let out a deep breath and collapsed onto the ground, completely spent.

Great Mighty Dragon really did deal extra damage to the Demon Race, but the cost was just as terrifying. It was like going through more than a dozen cold wars in a row with an ex-girlfriend—his legs went weak, and he felt as if he were floating.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

A burst of applause rang out. The three of them immediately turned to look, on guard.

A scarred man emerged from the woods with a group of underlings. Their clothes made it clear they were members of the Wei Hu Gang.

"Young hero, what impressive skill!"

The Scarred Man's gaze swept over the three of them before he asked coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, you're the ones who killed my Wei Hu Gang disciples. If you don't give us an explanation today, I'm afraid you won't be leaving."

"An explanation?!"

Before Lin San could speak, Qin Feng arrogantly cut him off. "You want an explanation from my big brother, Lin San? Are you out of your mind? Let me tell you, this is how we do things!"

Pfft!!

Lin San nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. He wanted to make it clear that he barely knew Qin Feng.

"Big brother, I'm going to take a little rest. I'll leave these losers to you!"

Qin Feng took Zi Yuan by the hand and turned to leave. Before going, he couldn't resist raising his middle finger in a brazen, arrogant gesture.

"You've got a death wish!"

The Scarred Man's face darkened at once. He felt his Minor Universe about to explode.

He'd already known from watching Qin Feng battle the Tooth Tiger Demon Beast that the young man was a once-in-a-million-year Heavenly Pride. They only needed to go through the motions and give him an out, so he could answer to his underlings.

But Qin Feng hadn't just refused to show him any respect—he'd slapped him in the face twice in front of his men.

I could bear it, but my uncle couldn't!

My aunt might bear it, but I couldn't!

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!!"

Lin San hurried to explain, "Actually, you know my brother here. He's your master—the eldest young master of the Qin Family, Qin Feng!"

"Qin Feng!!"

"Qin Feng!!"

"He's Qin Feng!!"

The members of the Wei Hu Gang cried out in alarm.

As a minor force from the eastern reaches of Great Xia, they naturally had no chance to see the Qin Family's eldest young master in person. But they'd long heard all about Qin Feng's exploits.

The legendary Emperor's Talent, the Qin Family's hope for the future. He'd broken through to the Transcendent Realm at eight, and created the Cutting Heaven Sword Drawing Technique to defeat the heir of the Changkong Sword God... Every one of his feats spoke to his terrifying potential.

What he was best known for, though, was digging out his younger brother's Supreme Bone and fleeing the Qin Family.

The Qin Family had now issued a kill order. Anyone who killed Qin Feng could take his corpse to the Qin Family and claim a million High-grade Spirit Stones. Those who captured him alive would also receive a Heavenly Treasure Gourd.

The news set the Ancient Wasteland ablaze.

Now, anyone who thought they had a little ability was on their way here. They'd never expected this fat sheep to fall right into their laps.

"What does this mean?!"

Lin San's mind filled with suspicion. Something felt off.

After hearing Qin Feng's name, they hadn't dropped to their knees and begged him to discipline them. Instead, their eyes had lit up like lecherous men who'd just spotted a peerless beauty.

"Leave this one to me. The rest of you, go after Qin Feng!"

The Scarred Man fixed a grave stare on Lin San. After witnessing Qin Feng's terrifying ability to kill a ninth-level Transcendent Realm demon beast while punching above his weight, he wouldn't dare underestimate a Heavenly Pride like him.

And this man had been called "big brother" by the Qin Family's monstrous young master. Just imagine how terrifying his fighting strength must be.

Even a lion must give its all to catch a rabbit!

"Yes, sir!!"

The Wei Hu Gang disciples obeyed and hurried off after Qin Feng and Zi Yuan.

Huff!

A terrifying aura surged around the Scarred Man, making the air shudder. Behind him, a fierce tiger seemed to take shape, roaring through the mountains and forests.

"Holy crap, third level of the Spirit Martial Realm! He's the leader of the Wei Hu Gang!"

Lin San cursed under his breath, sure that he was done for.

The Scarred Man gave Lin San no time to react. He stamped hard on the ground and attacked first.

Tiger Descends the Mountain!

It was an extremely common move, but the Scarred Man had mastered it. Even this simple strike exerted a terrifying pressure.

Wherever he went, sand and stones blasted backward, and crack after crack spread across the ground.

Clang! Clang!

The booming clash of metal on metal rang through the woods. The air shook violently, and a continuous whistling filled the air.

Lin San drew his sword in a flash to block the strike. The two forces collided with a heavy blow, numbing his right arm. The long sword flew from his hand.

"So you're no ordinary cultivator after all!"

The Scarred Man was also shocked. Lin San had actually blocked a blow from a third-level Spirit Martial Realm cultivator despite being only at the fourth level of the Transcendent Realm. He immediately increased his power, determined to end the fight quickly.

"No good, he's too strong. Do I have no choice but to use that move?!"

Lin San hated Qin Feng with all his heart. He'd never met such a backstabbing Old Six.

"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host. You plotted against the Son of Heaven and earned 2,000 Villain Points!"

Qin Feng was pulling Zi Yuan through the woods at a run, silently praying that Lin San would put up a decent fight and buy them a little more time.

"If we leave like this, what will happen to Young Master Lin?!"

Zi Yuan's face was full of worry. She couldn't stomach selling out a teammate.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine!"

Qin Feng was the complete opposite. He didn't hesitate in the slightest to sell out his teammates. He could handle a few more Sons of Heaven without breaking a sweat.

"But..."

Zi Yuan was about to say more when a piercing sword cry suddenly rang out behind them, accompanied by a dazzling flash of sword light and a wave of sharp Sword Qi sweeping through the woods.

Neither the Wei Hu Gang disciples pursuing them nor Qin Feng and Zi Yuan had time to react. The sword-qi storm struck them head-on.

Pfft!

Zi Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted in Qin Feng's arms.

"Is this what it takes to test a cadre?!"

Qin Feng looked down at Zi Yuan in his arms, declaring himself at his limit. He lay on the ground, unwilling to move a muscle.

Soon, the forest sank into darkness once more. Beneath the trees, the grass began to teem with life. Little animals tussled and played, their rustling barely audible.

By morning, a few little white flowers would have blossomed. When the breeze stirred them, a glimpse of crimson might appear at their centers—that was the color of life...