"Huh?"
Jia Lie Ao stopped what he was doing and turned toward the sound, only for his vision to darken as a fist came hurtling straight at his face.
Before Jia Lie Ao could react, he was knocked to the ground, clutching his face and howling in pain.
"Son of a bitch! Who dared hit me!"
Jia Lie Ao tried to see who had attacked him. Someone approached, eyes gleaming with ferocity. He recognized the man at once and roared, "Ling Feng, you fucking dare to hit-"
Before Jia Lie Ao could finish, Ling Feng sent him flying with a vicious kick, moving with lightning speed. Jia Lie Ao was utterly stunned. He had never imagined that this lowly slave, who had always bowed his head and bent his back whenever they met, would suddenly lash out today and beat him on his own turf.
The unexpected assault left Jia Lie Ao reeling. Ling Feng, however, paid no heed to anything else. Seething with rage, he closed in and pinned Jia Lie Ao down, raining blows on him.
"You dared hit my mother! I'll fucking cripple you!"
Pinned beneath Ling Feng, Jia Lie Ao could not bring his strength to bear and could only endure the beating. Ling Feng struck ruthlessly, hammering his face, every punch landing solidly on flesh without holding back. The blows left Jia Lie Ao concussed, struggling feebly and howling helplessly.
For a moment, Liu Qingqing and the other person could only stare in shock.
Jia Lie Ao's wretched howls also drew the guards of the Jia Lie Residence.
"Stop!"
The guards rushed forward to rescue Jia Lie Ao. Without even looking at them, Ling Feng shouted into empty air.
"Hold them off!"
As his words fell, a purple figure flashed into view. The guards saw only a blur, and in the next instant, every one of them lay on the ground, unable to rise.
Then the blurred figure vanished into the darkness once more.
He was none other than Seven, the Wu Liuqi whom Ling Feng had copied with the Creation God Pen!
"No one can save you today!"
Looking down at Jia Lie Ao, whom he had beaten unconscious, Ling Feng gave a cold smile. In the past, he had lacked the strength to resist Jia Lie Ao's abuse of him and his mother. But now that he possessed the strength to stand fearlessly against the Jia Lie Family, he would naturally pay it all back.
Scenes of Jia Lie Ao's past bullying played through his mind, and Ling Feng's black eyes grew ever colder. Yet just as he was about to deliver a heavy blow, a pale green blade of energy-laden wind suddenly hurtled toward him.
Sensing danger, Ling Feng quickly sprang off Jia Lie Ao and dodged, narrowly escaping the pale green wind blade.
The wind blade kept slicing onward until it struck a large tree nearby and finally stopped, leaving a horrifying slash across its trunk.
Whoosh!
A figure swooped down from above. It was Jia Lie Ao's father, Jia Lie Bi.
But Jia Lie Ao had already been knocked unconscious by Ling Feng's surprise attack and knew nothing of this.
Landing on the ground, Jia Lie Bi cast a gloomy glance at the unconscious Jia Lie Ao. His face twitched, and icy killing intent flashed through his eyes. Without another word, he stamped his foot and charged at Ling Feng. "A mere One-Star Dou Zhe dares run wild in my Jia Lie Residence? You must be tired of living!"
As he spoke, green Dou Qi rapidly gathered in his palms. A whirlwind formed beneath his feet, carrying him into the air, and he hurtled toward Ling Feng like a cannonball. With a sweep of his hand, another pale green wind blade of Dou Qi appeared out of thin air and shot toward Ling Feng.
At that moment, Wu Liuqi emerged from the shadows once more.
With the Thousand Blades Demon Sword in hand, Wu Liuqi rode his energy forward and slashed Jia Lie Bi's attack into nothing.
Wu Liuqi's sudden appearance made Jia Lie Bi frown. He halted his attack and retreated.
"Patriarch Jia Lie, my son did not mean to offend you. Please be magnanimous and spare this child."
As Ling Feng and Jia Lie Bi confronted each other, Liu Qingqing finally recovered from her shock. Instinctively, she hurried forward, fell to her knees before Jia Lie Bi, and kowtowed, begging him to spare Ling Feng.
Although Ling Feng had suddenly displayed formidable strength, in Liu Qingqing's mind, he was still a child, incapable of contending with the Jia Lie Family.
Especially when his opponent was Jia Lie Bi, patriarch of one of the three great families. Liu Qingqing knew that he was a renowned Da Dou Shi in Wutan City; a mere tremor from him could make the whole city shake. Jia Lie Bi's fearsome reputation jolted her out of her astonishment, leaving only panic in her heart. Unable to think of anything else, she wanted only to secure a way for her son to survive.
"Mother, get up. You don't have to kneel to that old bastard."
Seeing what his mother was doing and understanding her intentions, Ling Feng felt both moved and guilty. He hurried forward to help Liu Qingqing up.
"Feng'er, don't be disrespectful. Stop making trouble, or you really will die."
Distraught with worry, Liu Qingqing instead tried to pull Ling Feng down to kneel before Jia Lie Bi.
"Patriarch Jia Lie, my son-"
Before she could finish, Ling Feng knocked her unconscious. He did not want to see Liu Qingqing abase herself like this anymore, especially when she was doing it for him. So he gently struck her and rendered her unconscious.
After carefully settling Liu Qingqing to one side, Ling Feng turned to face Jia Lie Bi again.
So this is Jia Lie Bi?
Ling Feng raised his brows slightly and murmured inwardly.
This was his first time seeing Jia Lie Bi. Previously, as a servant's son, he had only been allowed in the storage areas and could not wander elsewhere. Thus, he had never met Jia Lie Bi.
Even the original Ling Feng had never seen him. His predecessor had been plagued by an innate sense of inferiority and had always gone through life with his head lowered. A recluse, he often kept to himself and had almost no friends.
Who is this man in purple? Why is he helping this servant's son?
While Ling Feng sized up Jia Lie Bi, the latter was also studying him and Wu Liuqi. Unable to ascertain Ling Feng's background, Jia Lie Bi did not rush to attack again.
Then Ling Feng spoke first. "Jia Lie Bi, a mighty patriarch like you actually attacked a mere Dou Zhe like me. What an eye-opening sight."
Ling Feng's mockery made Jia Lie Bi frown, a deadly chill gathering in his eyes.
"Brat, you still dare act so insolently in my Jia Lie Residence? Do you think my Jia Lie Family has no one capable of dealing with you?"
Jia Lie Bi stamped his foot, and the overwhelming pressure of a Da Dou Shi erupted, bearing down on Ling Feng. Wu Liuqi blocked it with a sweep of his sword.
"So what if I do! Others may fear your Jia Lie Family, but I, Ling Feng, don't. Don't think you're so great!"
Under Jia Lie Bi's icy stare, Ling Feng's expression remained unchanged. He looked straight back at him, his face cold and stern, then silently invoked, Spirit Imbuement!
Instantly, an inky shadow curled around Ling Feng. In the next moment, it slipped into his body, transforming his bearing in a flash. His hair took on a wild, defiant style, and his black eyes turned crimson.
A blade bearing the image of an evil spirit appeared out of thin air in Ling Feng's hand. At the same time, the overwhelming pressure of a Da Dou Shi erupted from him.
That pressure carried an aura of cold, decisive killing intent.
At that moment, Ling Feng was just like Seven.
No!
Rather, at that moment, Ling Feng was Seven!