The crowd erupted in a cacophony of scolding, their voices like the barking of dogs.
Jin Zhiming's anger subsided slightly.
He then raised his hand.
Seeing this, everyone immediately fell silent.
Jin Zhiming then shook his head at Ling Feng, "Young man, it's natural to be spirited. And at your age, to possess such martial arts attainments is indeed remarkable. This old man will not hold it against you!"
"Then I should thank you?" Ling Feng retorted with continued disdain.
Jin Zhiming let out a cold snort.
"Hmph, young man, I am only here today to retrieve the spiritual medicine you obtained from Yulong. Hand over the medicine, and this old man will not make things difficult for you!"
Ling Feng shook his head, "None."
"What do you mean? You won't give it?" Jin Zhiming took a step forward, his aura surging out once more.
It pressed down on Ling Feng like a tempest.
Ling Feng, however, merely raised an eyelid.
*Swish!*
Jin Zhiming's released aura and pressure instantly collapsed, even forcing Jin Zhiming to take a step back.
Jin Zhiming's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his own feet.
He had clearly stepped forward just moments ago, so why had his feet so unreliably retreated?
Amidst his shame and annoyance, he also sensed something was amiss.
But by then, Ling Feng had already spoken again, "I've already used the spiritual medicine. And even if I hadn't, I wouldn't give it to you. I bought this with my own money. If the Yan family wants to snatch it back, they'll have to pay a price!"
"Nonsense! You brat, you dare to provoke the Yan family!"
As soon as the words fell, the group behind Jin Zhiming began to curse again!
"You courting death, Old Jin, let us deal with him first!"
"Hmph, brat, you probably don't know how powerful the Yan family is in the capital. Today, we'll make sure you have no place to be buried!"
"That's right, no need to waste words with him. After killing him, we'll naturally find the item!"
As they babbled, several of them were about to make a move.
However, as two of them took a step closer to Ling Feng!
*Bang, bang!*
Two gunshots rang out.
Although they were suppressed, these martial arts experts could still clearly discern the direction.
However, being able to discern the direction did not mean they could react in time.
Immediately, the two who had stepped forward had a bloody hole in their heads, and then they collapsed to the ground.
Twitching, they soon lost their lives!
*Hiss!*
Seeing this, the remaining four couldn't help but gasp, retreating several steps backward!
They scanned their surroundings with extreme vigilance!
"Damn it, we've fallen into an ambush!"
"Brat, no wonder you're so confident, you had arrangements made long ago!"
"Damn snipers, don't let me find you!"
Although the few were momentarily stunned, they couldn't help but curse.
As long as they confirmed the enemy's position, they had a high chance of dodging the bullets.
Only Jin Zhiming's posture remained unchanged. He even maintained his stance with his hands behind his back, though faint spiritual light had begun to flicker around him.
This spiritual light also shimmered with a golden hue.
"Body Protection Golden Light Mantra, a Daoist technique."
Ling Feng's eyes finally showed a flicker of light, as if he had become somewhat interested.
But it was only for a moment before Ling Feng shook his head at Jin Zhiming.
"I acknowledge your cultivation is hard-earned. Now, disappear from my sight immediately, and I will spare your life. From now on, sever all ties with the Yan family, otherwise... death!"
His words were absolute and awe-inspiring.
Jin Zhiming's eyes widened abruptly, and then he let out a hearty laugh, "Haha, you want me to die? Young man? Do you think these useless people ambushing around can take this old man's life? If you're truly that confident, why don't you let them try!"
"Do I need a gun to kill you?"
Ling Feng's eyes were now filled with indifference. The opportunity had been given.
Since the other party did not cherish it, the conversation was over!
As the words fell, Ling Feng slightly raised a finger.
Under normal circumstances, using Gu techniques could instantly kill the opponent by surprise.
However, Ling Feng clearly did not wish to use such methods in the city.
There were still too many people who held prejudices against Gu insects.
Jin Zhiming did not expect Ling Feng to dare to make the first move, and he was sitting there, showing no intention of standing up to fight!
"Haha, you intend to kill me from afar?"
Jin Zhiming roared with laughter, his old face contorted, "I have never seen such an arrogant young man. Even if you are also at the Land Immortal realm, you cannot possibly kill me with a single blow..."
*Whoosh!*
Before Jin Zhiming could finish his words.
Ling Feng lightly flicked his finger.
Immediately, a blood-red flame, condensed to its extreme, shot out.
In just an instant, it pierced through Jin Zhiming's shoulder!
Jin Zhiming felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and then his eyes widened in horror.
"Bloodline power?! Fire... such powerful fire!"
He clutched his shoulder, no longer possessing his previous calm and composed demeanor with his hands behind his back. His body even hunched down.
Trembling uncontrollably!
His gaze towards Ling Feng was now filled with extreme dread.
A master!
An unparalleled master!
And such a young unparalleled master!
How could he have been so foolish?
To have provoked such an existence!
Jin Zhiming instantly understood everything, filled with regret!
"Old Jin!"
"Old Jin, what's wrong?"
"Old Jin, you..."
The four behind him exclaimed in confusion!
Jin Zhiming was such a powerful existence. Just the aura he had briefly displayed was already unfathomable to them!
He was simply an invincible being in this era.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, Jin Zhiming was crouching on the ground, trembling all over, appearing to have lost all combat ability!
Could it be that action of the young man flicking his finger just now?
What exactly did he do?
The strength of these people was too weak, so they couldn't even see the blood-red light clearly.
But the burning pain of the blood-red flame circulating within Jin Zhiming was real!
After expending most of his energy to suppress the blood-red flame, Jin Zhiming shakily stood up.
He then roared at the men behind him, "Get out!"
"Ah?"
The few were once again bewildered.
But before they could voice any questioning remarks, Jin Zhiming suddenly turned around, his icy eyes causing everyone to nod repeatedly and retreat!
And then, under everyone's disbelieving gaze.
Jin Zhiming respectfully bowed to Ling Feng!
"Thank you, sir, for showing mercy! Jin Zhiming vows to withdraw from the martial arts world from now on, enter the monastic life, and remain uninvolved in worldly affairs!"
His voice trembled, but it carried a resolute meaning.
There was no other way; he had to be resolute!
Only then could his old life be spared!