Uncle Fu Was Dead

Sensing Lin Feng's killing intent, the martial artists in the villa district were all astonished. "Who is this young talent? With a presence like that, he must be strong. Why haven't we heard of him before?"

Although he felt that Lin Feng posed a serious threat, Uncle Fu was a Qi Sea Sixth Stage expert and a figure of some standing in Yang City.

Being treated with such an attitude by Lin Feng made Uncle Fu's anger surge.

"I broke it with my right hand. What, young man? Do you want to pick a fight with me?"

Uncle Fu had barely finished speaking when he saw Lin Feng's body suddenly begin to swell before him, his presence soaring.

Uncle Fu reacted instantly. Lin Feng's presence was far too powerful, even stronger than Chen Ao's. There was no way Uncle Fu could withstand him.

Panic threw Uncle Fu's mind into disarray, and he desperately retreated.

At the same time, he inwardly cursed Chen Wen for bringing such a terrifying enemy down on the Chen Clan-an enemy who was so young, at that.

Uncle Fu reacted quickly, but Lin Feng was even faster.

An arm as thick as Uncle Fu's torso became a blur and seized his right hand before everyone's shocked eyes.

Rip.

Lin Feng tore Uncle Fu's right arm clean off.

With his arm abruptly ripped off by Lin Feng, the intense pain drove Uncle Fu mad, and terror filled his heart. He could not understand why Lin Feng was so powerful when he was merely a martial arts school student.

"You can't kill me! The master won't let you get away with this!" Uncle Fu roared, trying to intimidate Lin Feng with Chen Ao's reputation.

Lin Feng did not even know who Chen Ao was, and even if he had, he would not have cared.

"Since your hands are so vile, you can do without them."

Tossing aside the severed arm in his hand, Lin Feng smiled.

Only then did the watching martial artists finally react.

"Battle Body Divine Ability?" someone murmured, looking as though he had seen a ghost.

Chen Wen had long since been scared out of his wits. Even Uncle Fu, a Qi Sea Sixth Stage expert, had been defeated in a single move. Regret filled Chen Wen's heart. Why had he picked a fight with Lin Feng?

Taking out his phone, Chen Wen shakily dialed a number. "Dad, Lin Feng has come to kill us! Uncle Fu lost! Dad, hurry back!"

"Wen'er, hang on. I'll be right back."

After saying that, Chen Ao sprinted toward the villa district, killing intent surging wildly from him.

After tearing off one of Uncle Fu's arms, Lin Feng had no intention of stopping there.

To Lin Feng, that group photo was his most precious memory.

Anyone who dared lay a hand on it could go home and prepare for their funeral.

"You can't kill me! Our master won't let you get away with this!" Sensing Lin Feng's killing intent, Uncle Fu knew that Lin Feng truly intended to kill him, and panic gripped his heart.

"It's fine. Go on ahead. The rest of the Chen Clan will join you down there soon."

With that, Lin Feng stamped down, and Uncle Fu's head burst apart.

Having dealt with Uncle Fu, Lin Feng turned his gaze toward the Chen Clan's villa.

Chen Wen had already started fleeing when Lin Feng defeated Uncle Fu.

Lin Feng spotted Chen Wen at a glance. Watching his retreating back, Lin Feng moved his foot and kicked a stone, sending it hurtling toward Chen Wen like a cannonball.

Seeing that he was about to escape the villa district, Chen Wen was overjoyed.

As long as he made it outside, he would have a chance to survive.

But in the very next instant, the stone blasted into Chen Wen's back and out through his chest.

Blood stained Chen Wen's body red as he stared in disbelief at the gaping hole in his chest.

A martial artist's powerful vitality sustained Chen Wen, keeping him from dying immediately.

A few seconds later, Lin Feng came up behind Chen Wen and lifted his dying body.

"Why aren't you running anymore?" Lin Feng's voice was ice-cold.

"Lin Feng, you'll die a horrible death!" Knowing that he would not survive, Chen Wen cursed bitterly.

"Lin Feng, you're dead! You're dead! My dad won't let you get away with this!"