Bang bang bang!
Tem, the leader of the Blood Scorpion Mercenary Group, could only stare with wide, powerless, and terrified eyes.
The muffled thuds echoed in his ears.
In his eyes, Yang Fei was the king of the night, while his twelve men were no better than straw dogs!
All of them died on the spot under Yang Fei's fists and kicks!
A fatal blow, without even a drop of excess blood splattering.
Yang Fei knew exactly the kind of killing method Ling Feng wanted. Ling Xiaoran lived in this building, and broken glass shards could be seen here.
But Ling Xiaoran absolutely could not see blood!
"How is this possible?! Who, who are you people?!"
Tem, seeing Yang Fei stop five meters in front of him, finally snapped back to reality, fearfully raising his proud assault rifle.
But Tem didn't even have the courage to pull the trigger now.
Because this Yang Fei was too terrifying. Twelve people had been killed by Yang Fei in an instant!
The cold wind around grew more biting. Tem missed home. The image of his home truly appeared in his mind.
It was a home ravaged by constant warfare! Tem, who had first killed someone with a gun at the age of twelve, recalled his journey from then to founding the mercenary group, and finally to standing inside a luxurious mansion in a certain part of Great Hua!
These images made Tem even more terrified. He knew his life was coming to an end.
Yang Fei walked step by step to Tem and punched him in the stomach.
Tem immediately curled up like a mantis shrimp, feeling as though his intestines had been thoroughly mashed into pulp.
Pain unlike anything he had ever experienced stimulated Tem's nerves, making his senses even sharper.
As if receiving instructions from Ling Feng, Yang Fei picked up the lifeless Tem from the ground and walked back to Ling Feng step by step.
Tem was thrown to the ground again, raising his head in terror.
This time, he saw Ling Feng's appearance clearly again.
His pupils contracted sharply. Was this what the Grim Reaper looked like?!
"Cough, cough, who, who exactly are you?!"
"If you were merely a Chinese martial artist, you absolutely could not have resisted my Blood Scorpion Mercenary Group, not even a so-called internal energy grandmaster!"
Ling Feng looked down at Tem at his feet and slowly spoke:
"Blood Scorpion Mercenary Group, two years ago, you led over sixty people to within three hundred meters of our country's northern border. You were lucky to survive that time, and now you dare to set foot on my Great Hua's territory! Death is unavoidable!"
Each word was like a collapsing mountain, causing Tem's heart to continuously explode.
Two years ago!
That was definitely a nightmare! He had only approached within three hundred meters of the Great Hua border when an eight-person team annihilated them completely.
It was also that time that Tem learned of Great Hua's terror, and even more so, he knew who that eight-person team belonged to!
The name of that person surfaced in his mind, gradually overlapping with Ling Feng's face!
Tem's pupils kept widening.
This indicated that he was extremely terrified!
"You, you are actually... the Zhenbei King!"
Bang! Tem learned Ling Feng's true identity and simultaneously heard the sound of his heart exploding!
This was the last sound he heard in this world.
Following that, endless fear consumed his consciousness!
The Zhenbei King!
These three words alone were enough to scare Tem to death!
Whoosh whoosh...
The wind whistled mournfully, the curtains fluttered, completely blocking the view of the mysterious person outside.
The mysterious person had been confident in the strength of the Blood Scorpion Mercenary Group, but as Tem and his men lingered inside for longer and longer,
and not even a gunshot was heard from within,
the mysterious person began to feel puzzled.
"How could this be? Not a single sound?"
The mysterious person muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the dark mansion hall. Suddenly, he felt that it seemed much darker than it appeared from the outside!
Humans have a natural fear of darkness.
This made the mysterious person feel uneasy.
"Come out!"
With a wave of his hand.
Swish swish swish!
Several sounds of breaking through the air came, and three people appeared behind the mysterious person!
These three stood with proud postures, their expressions indifferent, their attire varied, but the aura around them inspired awe!
These were three martial artists!
No! To be precise, they were three martial arts grandmasters who had achieved success in internal energy cultivation!
"Three, who among you will go first? Those Blood Scorpion Mercenary Group members have already gone in. You saw that there was no movement at all. I need to know what happened inside!"
The mysterious person turned and spoke to the three, his attitude slightly better than when he had treated Tem earlier.
A middle-aged man among the three, who still wore his hair in a braid, immediately stepped forward, kicked the hem of his long robe, and the entire person exuded the sharpness of a drawn sword!
He had the most arrogant expression on his face, and at this moment, he was clearly going to take the lead.
"Hmph, firearms are suitable for long-range assassination. If these mercenaries are approached, they can be killed silently! They are the most useless! The person inside must also be a martial arts grandmaster. I, Chen Jihua, will have a go at this person today!"
Chen Jihua did not boast before the battle, but he did show off his knowledge to the mysterious person beside him.
Afterward, he stepped into the villa step by step.
His gaze fell upon the corpses scattered on the ground. Chen Jihua's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then, his gaze, like a knife, locked onto Ling Feng.
As for Yang Fei, who was like a subordinate, Chen Jihua didn't pay much attention to him. Clearly, in his opinion, Ling Feng, who was seated on the sofa, was more dangerous.
"Seated like an old monk at rest, yet your aura is like a dragon! Heh, you young one are quite interesting! Speak, to whom do you owe your tutelage? If I, Chen Jihua, recognize them, I can give you a quick end later!"
Chen Jihua approached Ling Feng step by step, a powerful pressure emanating from him like a flood, instantly engulfing Ling Feng and Yang Fei.
Ling Feng looked at Chen Jihua with a detached gaze.
"Chen Jihua, a grandmaster of the Ji Bei Bajiquan lineage. Bajiquan: the arms swing to support the sky, the stomp shakes the nine provinces. Standing tall and upright, fearing no power! Yet you have become an assassin for a mere pittance, truly disgracing the name of Bajiquan!"
"Your crime deserves death!"
Ling Feng's voice was very calm, yet it carried a sense of supreme authority. The powerful aura and pressure that Chen Jihua had created instantly crumbled!
Stomp stomp!
Chen Jihua's eyes widened in terror as he looked down at his feet. He had involuntarily retreated!
Bajiquan, stomp to shake the nine provinces! Before even making a move, his footwork was already in disarray!
He was merely intimidated by the opponent's aura!
"Who exactly are you!"
Chen Jihua pointed at Ling Feng and questioned him sternly, his pretense completely gone.