"Good, good, good! You have guts. Today, even if you were the King of Heaven, you wouldn't be able to step out of this hotel."
The fat man uttered "good" three times in a row, showing the depth of his anger.
At this point, words were useless.
Only violence could resolve everything.
The fat man's gaze swept over the members of the Heavenly Blade Society, and he said coldly, "Are you all blind? Do you have to wait until they're right on top of you before you dare to act?"
His voice was sharp, his expression furious, yet his head was held high.
The Heavenly Blade Society members around understood what they needed to do.
Instantly, shouts shook the sky as they surrounded Ling Feng.
In their hands, they held gleaming blades. A thousand blades descending together, their momentum truly terrifying.
If these countless blades were to fall upon a person, it would be as if the oath of a thousand cuts had been fulfilled.
But they were facing the Zhenbei King, one of the Four Great Heavenly Kings of Dahua!
An invincible powerhouse who had once swept through three armies single-handedly!
How could he be intimidated by such petty tricks?
Yang Fei, having also experienced countless battles, possessed strength that could not be underestimated. He naturally knew how to deal with a siege.
With a movement of his body, he charged towards the surging crowd behind him.
Countless sword lights flashed, striking down towards Yang Fei's head.
He leaped into the air, his legs kicking out like a barrage of cannonballs towards the crowd.
His feet blurred into afterimages. At this moment, Yang Fei seemed to have hundreds of legs. The crowd was sent flying, like a retreating tide, crashing backward.
Yang Fei's momentum did not stop. With a few leaps, all the Heavenly Blade Society members who had surrounded him were sent flying backward, spitting blood in unison. The scene was incredibly bloody.
After finishing this, Yang Fei's expression remained unchanged. He respectfully moved to stand behind Ling Feng.
Ling Feng spoke again, "One last question, where is Ma Yifei?"
The fat man immediately panicked.
Everything before him had surpassed his understanding. As the saying goes, even the best fighter can't win against many opponents. Now, Yang Fei alone had taken down over a hundred members of the Heavenly Blade Society.
He wanted to retreat, but upon hearing the name Ma Yifei spoken by the other party, he knew he had no way out.
The fat man gritted his teeth, his gaze seeming to glance towards the private room.
"Kid, Ma Yifei is one of our Heavenly Blade Society members. Without my consent, no one can take him a single step away from the Heavenly Blade Society."
Ling Feng's expression was blank, and he said coldly, "Hand over Ma Yifei, or Hanjiang City will no longer have the Heavenly Blade Society."
The fat man laughed, a scornful laugh.
He admitted that Ling Feng and Yang Fei's strength was terrifying, but the Heavenly Blade Society had developed over decades. Its complex network of relationships was vast. How could it be destroyed by mere two people?
The Heavenly Blade Society might not be able to contend with Ling Feng, but there were always existences in Hanjiang City that could.
Even if Ling Feng could dominate Hanjiang City, what about powers greater than Hanjiang City?
The fat man stared at Ling Feng and sneered, "What big talk. Then I'd like to see how you intend to destroy my Heavenly Blade Society."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pistol appeared in his hand.
The muzzle was aimed directly at Ling Feng's forehead.
The other men beside the fat man also drew their weapons, just like him.
Ling Feng could tell that the fat man was definitely a master of firearms. The way he drew and held his gun proved it to Ling Feng.
The fat man laughed heartily, "Kid, I know you know martial arts, but no matter how good your martial arts are, can they withstand the penetration of bullets?"
One of the men beside the fat man stepped forward with a laugh, coming before Ling Feng. The muzzle of his gun wavered in front of Ling Feng's eyes.
"Kid, it's best if you're sensible and kneel down to apologize immediately, otherwise our bullets don't recognize people."
The fat man, seeing his trusted subordinate's flippancy, felt a hint of dissatisfaction.
As the leader of the Heavenly Blade Society, his discernment was naturally much higher than ordinary people. Although Ling Feng and Yang Fei were dressed plainly, their bearing was extraordinary, something he rarely encountered.
Therefore, he did not wish to escalate the situation too much. Knowing when to stop was his greatest life philosophy.
So he said coldly, "Forget kneeling. If you're sensible, leave this hotel immediately. Today is a joyous occasion for my Heavenly Blade Society, and I don't wish to resort to violence."
"Hmph! You court death!"
Ling Feng looked at the gun muzzle swaying before him, his eyes flashing with cold light. A low, cold snort, as chilling as ice, escaped his lips.
The Heavenly Blade Society member in front of him froze instantly, then fell backward, his body tilting towards the sky.
Blood gushed out from his orifices like pillars.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Gunshots crackled like lightning, exploding one after another.
The guns in the hands of the fat man and the others finally ceased their restraint. Flames flickered as each person desperately fired all the bullets they had.
Too strange, too strange.
Facing Ling Feng's sound-killing ability, who dared to be careless, who dared to hold back?
Everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation as they stared at Ling Feng.
At this moment, they no longer had their usual confidence in their guns.
They prayed in their hearts that Ling Feng's body would be pierced, that Ling Feng's figure would fall.
Even the three mysterious figures in the private room were staring intently at Ling Feng, their eyes filled with eagerness.
Ling Feng was not pierced by the bullets. In fact, the bullets never had a chance to approach his body.
When the bullets reached about a foot in front of Ling Feng, everyone saw a ripple seem to spread through the air.
Like a stone dropped into water, ripples spread outward layer by layer. At the center of the ripples, the bullets abruptly stopped.
It was a scene of extreme strangeness.
In the private room, the two elders saw this, their eyes suddenly narrowed, and then they rose in unison, shielding the young man behind them.
"Ah~~ A ghost!"
Finally, someone couldn't help but scream loudly.
Besides ghosts, they could think of nothing else that could accomplish what was happening before them.
Ling Feng slowly extended his hand, grasped the bullet tip that had stopped in mid-air, and applied force with his fingers. The once incredibly hard bullet instantly twisted and shattered, turning into fine powder that drifted down along Ling Feng's fingers.
The other bullet tips that had stopped in front of Ling Feng fell to the ground at that instant.
"Ding, ding, ding..."
A series of crisp sounds came from the ground. Although the sound was faint, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Even the roaring music from the speakers in the private room seemed unable to drown out these small, clear chimes.
At this moment, this place was no longer heaven, nor was it the mortal world. This was hell.
Although it was luxurious and extravagant, although the sounds of bells and drums were incessant, with Ling Feng present, all the superficiality was meaningless.
Hell is called hell not because it is where evil spirits are punished, but simply because the King of Hell resides there. Where the King of Hell resides, that is hell.
"Hand over Ma Yifei!"
Ling Feng's voice rang out again. His voice was the same, but no one dared to ignore it.