Some People Are Not to Be Provoked

Clang!

The crisp ring of clashing metal echoed across the scene. Liu Feng felt his arm go violently numb, and he staggered back several steps before barely regaining his footing. His blood churned, and a strange flush rose over his pale face.

The four attendants were in even worse shape. After several screams, their bodies flew backward, scorched black all over in a terrifying sight. The four refined steel greatswords in their hands had twisted into shapes like fried dough twists, reduced completely to scrap metal.

In truth, Liu Feng's strength was only about equal to that of a Level Three Warrior. However, the spear itself was astonishingly heavy, weighing at least eighty or a hundred jin. With Liu Feng swinging it at full force, the force it carried amounted to several hundred jin at the very least.

Of course, that formidable strength was only one part of it. The main reason Liu Feng could defeat four Upper Grade Level Three Warriors in a single strike was the Soul Power within his body.

The Lightning Element was inherently extraordinary, carrying a powerful numbing effect. Liu Feng's spear and the greatswords were both ideal conductors, so the Soul Power's effects were all transmitted into the four attendants' bodies. It was as though they had been struck savagely by lightning; its power was easy to imagine.

Though the four attendants looked miserable, their actual injuries were not severe. They had merely lost the ability to move for the moment.

Still, the result was immensely shocking. No one had expected this slender-looking youth with pale blue hair to possess such strength. Coupled with the rarity of the Lightning Element, the appearances of those four attendants seemed especially bizarre.

Drawing a deep breath and barely suppressing his churning blood, Liu Feng gave another sharp cry. A feverish light surged into his eyes as he raised his spear and charged toward the five Middle Rank attendants fighting Turner.

When he was just a few meters away, Liu Feng drove off with both legs and leaped into the air. Then, Soul Power flooded into his spear once more.

Buzz! Another chilling hum rang out. Light flared again across the spear as Liu Feng viciously thrust it toward one attendant, the spear carrying a fierce blast of force.

As the spear shot forward, even the space around it seemed to warp faintly. Its piercing whistle tore at the eardrums, and together with the towering dominance rising from the spear itself, Liu Feng's strike was terrifying beyond measure.

The Middle Rank Warrior had already witnessed the miserable state of the four attendants. Now, seeing this fellow who resembled a god of slaughter charging toward him and sensing the might of Liu Feng's thrust, how could he dare receive it head-on? He spun around, trying to evade.

But Turner seemed to have been stirred into boundless fighting spirit by his young master's valor. His spiked club swung so fast its solid form could no longer be seen, leaving only flashes of cold light. The immense strength it contained even shifted the wind around him, while his entire body radiated an incomparably violent aura. Like a maddened tiger, he launched a savage assault on the five Middle Rank Warriors.

Though Turner possessed not the slightest trace of battle aura, his powerful physique was enough to make up for that gap, and his martial techniques were incomparably skilled. For a time, the five Middle Rank Warriors could not withstand him at all.

With Turner's ferocious assault on one side and Liu Feng's peerless spear thrust, seemingly capable of piercing the heavens, on the other, that Middle Rank Warrior had nowhere to dodge. He could only roar wildly and swing his greatsword, chopping viciously at Liu Feng's spear.

Clang!

Liu Feng felt a tremendous force rush up through his arm. His body shook, and he could no longer maintain his advantage in the air. He dropped instantly, staggering back several more steps. His chest tightened at once, his face flushing red again. That collision had already injured his internal organs.

That Middle Rank Warrior was indeed much stronger than the four attendants. He merely swayed and retreated three or four steps before steadying himself. Yet he still could not escape the numbing attribute transmitted through the Soul Power, and for a time he lost all feeling in his body as well.

Turner seized this rare chance. With an angry roar, he swung his enormous spiked club in a wild barrage. After several bangs, all five Warriors were smashed flying together with their weapons, vomiting blood.

After knocking the five men away, Turner did not pursue. Instead, he hurried to Liu Feng's side, his eyes filled with worry and concern. "Young Master, you weren't hurt, were you?"

Feeling Turner's sincere concern, Liu Feng's heart warmed slightly. He laughed and cursed, "Damn it, if I'd known you were this strong, what the hell was I panicking for?"

Liu Feng truly had not expected Turner, who had always followed at his side and did nothing but grin foolishly all day, to possess such formidable strength. He held a clear advantage even against five Middle Rank Warriors.

Hearing Liu Feng's scolding, Turner scratched his messy black hair again and grinned foolishly. "I didn't know I was that strong either. My teacher told me not to use my full strength when fighting!"

Your teacher is an idiot too! If you don't use your full strength in a fight, can that even be called fighting? After fiercely despising Turner's unscrupulous teacher, Liu Feng drew a deep breath and suppressed the blood continually rising in his throat. A gentle smile appeared on his face again as he walked toward the triangular-eyed man, who had gone completely blank with shock.

"Y-you... what are you going to do?" The triangular-eyed man finally recovered his senses. Terror filled his eyes as he kept backing away from Liu Feng. Even as he retreated, he kept tugging Elena toward himself, as though he wanted the girl to block Liu Feng for him.

Unfortunately, Elena had long since been stunned senseless. No matter how the triangular-eyed man pulled her, she did not react at all.

Handing the spear to Turner, Liu Feng's eyes flashed with deep contempt, though he still smiled gently. "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"Y-you... I'm telling you, my Lineage is not something you can afford to provoke!" The triangular-eyed man seemed to recall his own backing, and his courage rose slightly.

"Lineage? Heh heh!" Liu Feng chuckled, but his body darted forward. In an instant, he was before the triangular-eyed man, and he drove a fist viciously into his mouth.

Ah! A scream rang out. Blood and several white teeth sprayed through the air. The triangular-eyed man's vision went dark, and he fell backward.

Liu Feng stepped forward again and grabbed the triangular-eyed man by the hair. Then he yanked his arm backward with brutal force.

The triangular-eyed man screamed again, his body bending over. Liu Feng instantly lifted his leg, and with a bang, his knee smashed into the man's face. Then he released him and let him collapse to the ground.

Wiping the blood from his hand, Liu Feng's smile became even gentler, though the chill in his eyes had not faded. He said softly, "I forgot to tell you—I hate hearing the word 'Lineage' most of all!"

Just as he was considering whether to kill this fellow and cut off future trouble at the root, an attendant who had stood by watching without moving suddenly rushed over. Tugging lightly on Liu Feng's sleeve, he said in a low voice, "Young Master, the city guard is coming. We should leave quickly!" It was Cookson, the red-haired man around forty years old.

Liu Feng cast Cookson a cold glance, and the chill in his eyes deepened once more.

Under the direct gaze of the useless young master he had never thought much of before, Cookson inexplicably felt a chill run down his back. He did not dare meet Liu Feng's eyes and lowered his head.

With a faint sigh, Liu Feng walked to the triangular-eyed man's side and crouched down. Patting his face, he continued smiling gently. "Remember this: in this world, there are some people you cannot afford to provoke! You're lucky today!" With that, he rose to his feet and walked toward the carriage without even looking back.

Cookson and the other attendant, Box, exchanged a horrified glance, then quickly turned and followed. They ran ahead of Liu Feng and pulled open the carriage curtain for him...

"Stop! You injured people and think you can just leave like that?" Just as Liu Feng was about to board the carriage, a sweet, clear voice rang out from behind him.