Feng Mo's death

"Feng Mo! Where the hell is that big bear?!"

"Who knows? Why don't you look for him?"

Facing the furious Lü Ying, Feng Mo was not as flustered and angry as he had been at Wangjiang Tower. He knew anyone with eyes could tell Guo Da Neng's absence had something to do with him, but he could not admit it.

Because of Bao Zheng, who had been made a king over a hundred years ago, Great Zheng's criminal laws were relatively strict. Even as the son of Zhi Prefecture's military governor, there were things he dared not readily admit, or he would be in trouble.

Lü Ying forced down her anger and said, "I went to his house. He didn't go home last night! His classmates at the Holy Academy said he wasn't there last night either!"

Feng Mo's expression did not change. "Perhaps he was so excited about being named one of the Four Little Talented Scholars that he went to some brothel to celebrate and never came home after getting drunk? Or perhaps he lost his footing walking at night and fell into the Min River? Ah, that really would make him hard to find. Why don't you search along the riverbank, junior sister? Shall I send someone to help you?"

"What! Did! You! Say?! Fell into the Min River?!" Lü Ying tightened her grip on her sword, a sense of foreboding rising within her. Then she suddenly froze, looking behind Feng Mo with a puzzled frown.

Feng Mo smiled. "Third junior sister, that sort of trick won't work on your senior bro-"

"Young master, look out!!"

"-ther?" A hard shove from the guard beside him sent Feng Mo tumbling to the ground in bewilderment.

Scrambling back up, he was even more stunned to see who was facing off against his two guards.

"Chen Guang? Ha, Chen Guang?! You cripple, you didn't dare ambush me earlier, but now you're attacking me openly? Do you want to die?"

Yet Chen Guang's expression was completely different now. His trademark humble smile was gone, his body stood ramrod straight, and he held the mop handle like a spear, his gaze sharp and his edge on full display!

"By rights, one's family should be spared, but I'm not a generous man," Chen Guang said. "Thirty-five wasted years. I want Feng Shuhu's family destroyed!"

Feng Mo's expression froze, and a chill actually rose from deep within him. Then, embarrassed and angry, he waved his hand. "Ding Shan, Ding Hai, since he wants to die, oblige him!"

"As I said earlier, a Six-Star Saint Soul represents a qualitative leap over a five-star one." Sitting on a table in Wangjiang Tower's private room and looking in their direction, Xia Yi told Shi Lai and Zhou Xiaoxian, "On the Saint Soul Continent, cultivators very rarely defeat opponents above their rank. Those who manage it generally possess an exceptionally powerful Five-Star Saint Soul, or a Six-Star Saint Soul."

"And this Six-Star Saint Soul that Chen Guang and I just formed-Are Dukes, Marquises, Generals, and Ministers Born to Their Stations?-is probably among the best suited to fighting above one's rank."

The six-star Turtle Lives Long could let Xia Yi sleep for an inhuman eight hundred years with almost no loss of lifespan, and it had other effects, such as forming shields.

The six-star Are Dukes, Marquises, Generals, and Ministers Born to Their Stations? had only one effect-overthrowing the stronger!

The stronger the opponent! The stronger it became!

Facing the combined assault of two Three-Star Tianji cultivators, Chen Guang felt as though the Saint Soul power inside him had caught fire, granting him boundless strength!

As a Two-Star Celestial Pivot cultivator, he merely tapped his mop handle against Ding Shan's descending saber and easily knocked it aside, nearly wrenching it from Ding Shan's grip. Then he thrust with lightning speed, matching even a Four-Star Tianquan cultivator's spear strike, and pierced straight through Ding Shan's throat!

One killed in an instant!

"Ding Shan?!"

Ding Hai cried out, his attack faltering. He hurriedly pulled back and held his spear in front of Feng Mo to protect him.

Feng Mo went rigid, unable to believe what he had just seen. How was that possible? This cripple, this cripple...

"Young master, something's wrong with him! Go first and find the general. I'll hold him off!"

Feng Mo staggered back two steps, nodded quickly, and turned to run. Lü Ying anxiously stepped aside, at a loss, only to hear two dull thuds, followed by the sounds of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and a body hitting the ground. Amid them, Ding Hai cried out with difficulty, "Young master! Run, urgh..."

"A loyal one, at least." To Chen Guang, that brief exchange felt like fighting someone for three days and nights. His body was already somewhat drained; a Six-Star Saint Soul was far beyond what he could handle. But seeing Feng Mo fleeing, he forced more strength out of himself.

He picked up Ding Hai's spear and hurled it!

The spear crossed a hundred meters in an instant!

Clang! The sharp sound of it striking the ground came first, followed by Feng Mo's scream. "Aah!!"

The spear had pierced cleanly through Feng Mo's right leg and pinned it down, sending blood spraying!

Chen Guang panted like a bellows as he walked slowly toward Feng Mo, step by step. Feng Mo clutched his thigh and rolled several times. At the sight, he forced himself to endure the pain and slid backward.

At the same time, he kept looking around in terror, searching for someone to save him. After running this distance, he was already very close to the neighboring block, and many passersby had spotted him.

"That's..."

"Don't go over there. Don't."

"What's happening to Lieyang City? Someone's killing people in the street again? Who is that?"

"I am Feng Mo, son of Feng Shuhu, military governor of Zhi Prefecture!" Feng Mo shouted hoarsely. "Someone, come! Kill this madman! My father and I will reward you handsomely afterward! Someone, come!"

"General Feng's son?"

"That wastrel?"

"So it's him. Pah! Serves him right!"

Feng Mo's face turned pale, and he shouted, "You people... come save me! If you watch this madman kill me, my father won't let you off!"

But those words only sent the surrounding commoners scattering like birds and beasts, without even looking back...

By now, Chen Guang was very close to Feng Mo. He gave a hoarse chuckle. "All your wicked deeds! You deserve what you've come to today, young! Mas! Ter!"

Anger and fear mingled on Feng Mo's face. Suddenly, as though remembering something, he looked at Lü Ying. "Third junior sister! Third junior sister! Save me! Save your senior brother! I'll tell you where Guo Da Neng is! I'll tell you!"

Lü Ying's small face tightened slightly. Then she suddenly raised a hand to wipe her eyes. "Oh! Blood splashed into my eyes just now. I can't see! Second senior brother, where are you? I'm coming. Hang on!"

Feng Mo believed her, delight appearing on his face. "I'm here! I'm here! Diagonally in front of-"

Squelch!!

The mop handle, its end whittled to a sharp point, pierced through his chest and pinned him to the ground!

Feng Mo's expression froze. His small eyes turned with difficulty. "De-Deception Scripture... Lü Ying! You bitch! At a time like this... you're still using the Deception Scripture Saint Soul to trick me?! Heh, haha, Deception Scripture..."

At that moment, he instead ignored Chen Guang, who had pinned him down to die. He strained to raise his body, reaching out as though trying to grab Lü Ying in the distance.

"Bitch! Guo Da Neng... I sank him in the river! Hahaha... you'll never find... ur..."

His last word was indistinct.

His raised head struck the ground heavily.

It made a thud.

Lü Ying was still rubbing her eyes. This time it was not the Deception Scripture; she was crying. "I'd already guessed, you bastard! That stupid bear... just... died?"

In the distance, at Wangjiang Tower.

Zhou Xiaoxian clenched her little fists and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear watching. It was not pity for Feng Mo; her kind nature simply made her react that way instinctively.

Shi Lai, however, shouted in satisfaction.

Xia Yi let out a long breath.

Next, it was his turn to take the stage.