Chapter 2

"Here, I can handle things by myself!"

Yun Feng sneered and said in a deep voice: "How dare you target my Senior Sister! Today, you and the Chen Family will settle all your old and new debts together!"

Facing dozens of bodyguards holding sharp blades, Yun Feng showed not a trace of fear.

With unhurried composure, he placed his parents' spirit tablets on a table, and instead of retreating, he charged headfirst into the crowd of bodyguards!

In the area right outside the banquet hall, blade light flashed chaotically and fists flew.

"Ah!" "Ah!!" "Ah!!!"

Screams rang out one after another, followed immediately by bodyguards flying backward while vomiting blood, looking like sacks of broken rags.

The guests in the banquet hall scrambled to get out of the way, screaming in chaos.

Barely ten seconds passed, and dozens of Chen Family bodyguards lay sprawled across the floor.

Only Yun Feng remained standing unscathed by the door, his gaze icy, his expression indifferent, without even breathing heavily!

The entire hall of guests was stunned into utter shock.

"Who on earth is this?" "Isn't he way too fierce?" "Those bodyguards of the Chen Family are all professionals, and quite a few of them are veterans discharged from the Four Great Legions. He took them all down in just ten seconds?" "I'd say this guy has to be at least a Seventh-Stage Martial Artist..." "What? A Seventh-Stage Martial Artist? Then the Chen Family is probably in for a world of hurt this time!"

Yun Feng swept a cold glance across the banquet hall and said calmly: "Today's engagement is canceled. All bystanders may leave now." "As for the people of the Chen Family, you will all stay." "I'm going to settle an old score with you properly!"

A middle-aged man with a square face stepped out from the crowd. His expression was extremely ugly as he barked: "Audacious lunatic!" "This is Haicheng! How dare you act so lawlessly here?" "Have you no respect for the law? Do you even hold the City Lord of Haicheng in your eyes?"

Yun Feng recognized this man. He was none the father of Chen Shuo, the head of the Chen Family—Chen Jin!

Yun Feng smiled playfully: "The City Lord of Haicheng?" "When my Yun Family was wiped out all those years ago, why wasn't this so-called City Lord anywhere to be found to uphold justice?" "Utterly ridiculous!" "Once I've kicked down the doors of both the Chen Family and the Li Family, I'll go pay a proper visit to this law-bending City Lord!"

Yun Feng turned around, bowed respectfully to his parents' spirit tablets on the table, and said: "Dad, Mom." "Watch from heaven as your son avenges the bloody debt of those years!" "The Chen Family is only the beginning!" "Every single person who harmed the Yun Family, without exception, will pay in blood!!!"

Yun Feng's voice was imbued with bone-deep hatred and monstrous killing intent!

Only then did Chen Jin notice the spirit tablets on the offering table. At the sight of them, his expression changed drastically: "Yun Hai? Wang Qian?" "Who on earth are you?!"

Yun Feng stood up and gave a cold smile: "My name is Yun Feng!" "You still remember me, don't you?"

As he spoke, Yun Feng ripped off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. His chest, back, abdomen, and waist were covered in a dense web of scars. With Yun Feng's medical skills, he could have removed these scars long ago. Yet he chose to keep this body full of scars. To constantly remind himself that his bloody debt remained unavenged!

"This one was slashed by an assassin from your Chen Family." Yun Feng pointed to the marks on his body one by one: "Here... here, and here." "There are thirteen scars in total on my body, left behind by the Chen Family seven years ago." "Today, I am going to return them to the Chen Family with interest!"

Hearing the name "Yun Feng" and seeing his body covered in scars, Chen Jin's expression suddenly darkened, and he sneered: "Good, very good! So it's you, little bastard!" "Seven years ago, our Chen Family sent out so many martial artists to hunt you down, and you actually managed to survive?" "Consider yourself lucky back then!" "But you shouldn't have come here to throw your life away."

With that, Chen Jin turned around, bowed respectfully to a guest nearby, and said: "Brother Long, please step in and eliminate this lunatic!"

Somewhere in the crowd of guests, someone gasped in surprise: "Brother Long? Long Xiao? Haicheng's newly emerged Eighth-Stage Martial Artist?" "It's said that this man practices external hard qigong and is immensely fierce. Even the City Lord of Haicheng has extended an olive branch, wanting to recruit him under his command!"

A cold laugh rang out from among the guests: "Since you asked, Chen Jin, I, Long Xiao, will help you out this time." "After this matter is over, you and I will be even."

A bald, muscular man wearing a black tank top stepped out from the crowd. His fierce gaze locked coldly onto Yun Feng: "Kid, I'm sorry!"

"Kid, I'm sorry!" "If you know what's good for you and leave now, I, Long Xiao, won't make things difficult for you." "But if you insist on making a scene here, don't blame me, Long Xiao, for bullying the young with my seniority!"

The bald muscular man in the black tank top stared coldly at Yun Feng, his fists clenched. The muscles on his arms were knotted and bulging with veins. Just looking at them was enough to convey the terrifying destructive power contained within them!

Bang!

An invisible aura erupted from Long Xiao, instantly suppressing the entire room!

At that moment, all the socialites of Haicheng in the banquet hall felt as though a heavy boulder had been pressed onto their chests, making it feel as if their next breath might not come!

"Is... is this... this the terrifying strength of an Eighth-Stage Martial Artist?" "No wonder the City Lord of Haicheng wants to recruit Long Xiao..." "He truly possesses the momentum to hold off a thousand men alone!" "This Yun Feng surely didn't expect the Chen Family to invite an Eighth-Stage Martial Artist to witness the ceremony." "This kid named Yun Feng has really kicked an iron plate this time." "Why isn't he running yet?"

Facing Long Xiao's aura head-on, Yun Feng's face remained completely indifferent, as if he couldn't feel the terrifying pressure emanating from this so-called Eighth-Stage Martial Artist at all.

"If you block me, you'll be buried alongside the Chen Family." Yun Feng's mouth curved into a mocking smile as he said indifferently: "Think it through carefully."

Long Xiao laughed out of sheer anger, nodding repeatedly: "Good, very good!" "A mere brat, how dare you utter such wild words!" "In this vast Haicheng, the person who can afford to disregard me, Long Xiao, hasn't been born yet!" "Hand over your life!"

Before Long Xiao's voice had even faded, his body transformed into a black flash as he threw a punch straight at Yun Feng's face!

In the banquet hall, every guest felt their scalp tingle! Long Xiao was an Eighth-Stage Martial Artist who practiced external hard qigong. If this punch landed solidly, even a solid wall would likely collapse!

At that moment, everyone felt as though they had already witnessed the scene of Yun Feng's head being smashed to pieces and bleeding on the spot.

"Xiaofeng!" "No!!!"

A piercing scream like the mournful cry of a cuckoo came from nearby. It was Zhou Ling, her eyes spliting with terror and her face pale with fright!

Zhou Ling wasn't afraid of suffering wrongs herself, but she was terrified of her little junior brother coming to harm!

Seeing Long Xiao throw such a immensely powerful and fierce punch straight at Yun Feng, Zhou Ling felt as though her heart was breaking!

In that instant, Zhou Ling leaped high into the air, resembling a hawk diving with spread wings, and lunged at Long Xiao's back!

This was a strike to rescue the besieged by attacking the savior's base!

Beside them, Chen Shuo gasped, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes. Why was Zhou Ling still able to channel her cultivation? Could the poison he gave her have been neutralized? When did that happen?

"Damn it! Bitch!" "Helping an outsider at my engagement banquet?"

Chen Shuo cursed viciously, watching with a sinister gaze as Zhou Ling lunged at Long Xiao's back: "Just you wait!" "After today, I'll make you wish you were dead and beg for life in vain, you bitch!"

Sensing Zhou Ling attacking from behind, Long Xiao wore a mocking smirk on his lips. His external hard qigong had always prided itself on ultimate offense and defense. Although Zhou Ling's rear attack was sharp, in Long Xiao's eyes, it couldn't break his defense!

"She is Chen Shuo's fiancée after all. Once I kill Yun Feng this party crasher, I'll let the Chen Family deal with this Zhou Ling themselves."

The thought flashed through Long Xiao's mind. He completely ignored Zhou Ling behind him and poured every ounce of his strength into his fist! Vowing to smash Yun Feng's head into a mess of flying flesh with a single punch!

Yun Feng stood with his hands behind his back, remaining still in place as he calmly watched Long Xiao's approaching iron fist. The surrounding guests were already too terrified to watch what would happen next...

"This kid named Yun Feng is obviously scared stupid by Long Xiao's punch!" "An Eighth-Stage Martial Artist is truly terrifying!"

Yet just as Long Xiao's fist reached a mere three inches from Yun Feng's face!

A palm that appeared out of nowhere calmly blocked Long Xiao's fist!

Clap!

A soft sound echoed from the impact of fist and palm. With just that casual, floating palm, Yun Feng caught Long Xiao's peerlessly powerful punch! As if he were catching a beanbag tossed by a simple child! Simple, effortless, and casual!

For a moment, the entire hall fell into absolute silence!

"How... how is this possible?!" Someone gasped in disbelief!

Long Xiao—an Eighth-Stage Martial Artist whose external hard qigong had reached the peak of perfection! Long Xiao—whom even the City Lord of Haicheng had tried so hard to recruit! Was actually caught by the fist so easily and effortlessly by an eighteen-year-old youth?! How could this be possible?!

The pupils of the Chen Family head, Chen Jin, instantly shrank to the size of needle tips!

This Yun Feng?! What kind of cultivation realm has he reached? To be able to block an Eighth-Stage Martial Artist's attack with such effortless ease? Could it be? Could Yun Feng actually be a legendary Ninth-Stage Martial Artist?!

Yet... How could that be? There weren't many Ninth-Stage Martial Artists in the entire Haicheng! Moreover, the few Ninth-Stage Martial Artists known to everyone had only successfully broken through to the ninth stage at an advanced age. An eighteen-year-old Ninth-Stage Martial Artist? They had never even heard of such a thing!

"Dad! What do we do?!" Terrified, Chen Shuo looked at his father for help.

Chen Jin shook his head heavily and said: "No, Yun Feng can absolutely not be in the ninth stage!"

After calm consideration, Chen Jin arrived at a definitive conclusion: "This Yun Feng is at most an upper-tier Eighth-Stage Martial Artist." "The only reason he was able to block Long Xiao's punch so easily is definitely because he used a trick!" "Although that's already a terrifying realm, as long as he isn't a Ninth-Stage Martial Artist, it's impossible for him to defeat Long Xiao so easily!"

Hearing his father's words, Chen Shuo calmed down a bit and nodded heavily: "Dad, you're right!" "Yun Feng is merely eighteen years old, how could he possibly attain the Ninth-Stage?" "It's daydreaming!"

No sooner had Chen Shuo finished speaking, When suddenly, an extremely miserable and shrill scream burst from Long Xiao's throat!

"Ahahahaha!!!" "Ah!!!"

With an indifferent expression, Yun Feng slightly increased the strength in the hand gripping Long Xiao's fist. Instantly, Long Xiao felt an irresistible, excruciating pain surge from his fist toward him! The sensation was as if his fist was being repeatedly crushed back and forth by a heavy train!

"No! Don't! Please! Stop it!!!" Long Xiao's eyes split with terror as he already guessed what Yun Feng was about to do!

Yun Feng gave a cold smile and slightly shook his palm!

Bang!

Accompanied by a soft sound, Long Xiao's entire arm directly shattered into inches of flesh, dropping to the floor with a pattering sound.

A despairing whimper escaped Long Xiao's lips: "You... you crippled me?!" His voice was already laced with a crying tone.

This young man who had appeared out of nowhere was actually this strong! He had been famous for many years, yet in front of this Yun Feng, he was as fragile as a lamb waiting for slaughter, completely devoid of any ability to resist!

At that moment, despair filled Long Xiao's heart!

Yun Feng sneered coldly: "I told you, if you stand in my way, prepare to join the Chen Family as sacrifices to my parents' spirits in heaven." "This is just an arm, what are you panicking about?" "It's not over yet."

With an indifferent statement, Yun Feng reached out and grabbed Long Xiao tightly by the neck!

Zhou Ling, who had previously leaped into the air behind Long Xiao to rescue the besieged, had landed back on the ground at some point. Her pretty face was full of utter astonishment.

Was... was this really my little junior brother? Easily deflecting the punch of an Eighth-Stage expert and crippling the other's arm amidst casual conversation? Could Yun Feng really fight this well?

Recovering her senses, Zhou Ling instantly became excited: "So my junior brother is a martial arts genius!" "That little brat who used to follow behind me with a runny nose and pull up my skirt has grown up to be this powerful?" "With him by my side, in all of Haicheng, no one will ever dare bully me, Zhou Ling, again, right?"

Thinking this, Zhou Ling looked at Yun Feng with stars unconsciously sparkling in her eyes.

Choked by the neck, Long Xiao was lifted slowly into mid-air by Yun Feng. His face rapidly changed from pale to red, and finally turned purple.

"Yun... Yun Feng..." "I was wrong..." "Spare my life..." "You and I... have no... grudge..."

Long Xiao's only remaining arm patted Yun Feng weakly and softly, trying to buy his life from the hands of this terrifying young man.

A mocking smile curved the corners of Yun Feng's lips as he shook his head and said: "You didn't before." "Now, you do." "Die."

Before his voice had even faded, without Yun Feng appearing to use any strength at all, Bang!

Long Xiao's neck, along with his head, burst apart simultaneously. Splashes of blood mixed with pure white brain matter sprayed everywhere, showering the surrounding guests. Yet it deliberately avoided Yun Feng's direction, leaving him entirely clean.

Thud!

Long Xiao's headless corpse plummeted to the floor, emitting a dull thud. That sound echoed in the ears of every guest in the banquet hall, becoming a nightmare for countless people to relive in their midnight dreams.

"Long... Long Xiao..." "An Eighth-Stage Martial Artist..." "Just like that... dead?!"

A guest swallowed hard, watching the scene before them in disbelief.

"Such a powerful Long Xiao had not even the power to fight back in front of Yun Feng?" "Just how terrifyingly strong is this Yun Feng?"

Father and son Chen Jin and Chen Shuo also stood frozen in place like wooden chickens, unable to recover their senses for a long time.

Long Xiao was dead? And Yun Feng had killed Long Xiao as easily as slaughtering a dog?

"This... this guy..." Chen Shuo swallowed heavily, his voice hoarse as he spoke: "Is he actually... a Ninth-Stage Martial Artist?"

For the first time, Chen Jin's expression darkened, turning ugly beyond description.

"Damn it... Yun Feng, you only left for seven years..." "Why has everything changed so much?" "In a mere seven years, you've already reached the realm of a Ninth-Stage expert?"

Yun Feng looked coldly at the Chen father and son not far away, and said: "A Ninth-Stage expert?" "If you say I am, then I am." "However, that doesn't matter." "What matters is that every single one of you in the Chen Family today," "Will become sacrifices for my parents!"

Yun Feng's voice sounded like a cold wind blowing from the deepest depths of the netherworld. It chilled everyone to the bone.

He slowly lifted his feet and walked toward Chen Jin and Chen Shuo.

"Ahahahahaahahaha!!!"

Chen Shuo had already been scared out of his wits by Yun Feng. Wetting himself as he scrambled backward, he shrieked: "Don't come over here!!!"

As the head of the Chen Family, Chen Jin had witnessed many storms and was much calmer than Chen Shuo, remaining in place. Chen Jin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and raged: "What an ungrateful wretch of the Yun Family!" "In a mere seven years, you actually cultivated to the realm of a Ninth-Stage expert." "Given time, you would surely step into the Grandmaster realm!" "By then, it truly would be a disaster for my Chen Family!" "I cannot let you live!" "Today, I, Chen Jin, will cut the weeds and eradicate the roots to eliminate any future trouble!"

Yun Feng raised an eyebrow and asked with amusement: "Oh?" "You want to kill me?"

Sticking his head right up in front of Chen Jin, Yun Feng asked with a provocative expression, pronouncing each word distinctly: "Are, you, even, worthy, of, killing, me?"

Startled by Yun Feng, Chen Jin lost his composure entirely and stumbled back two steps. After putting some distance between them, a vicious, sinister smile suddenly appeared at the corners of Chen Jin's mouth.

"Yun Feng, it's true that you're strong." "So strong that it far exceeds all of our expectations." "But you shouldn't have—no, you never should have come to Haicheng, and you certainly shouldn't have come to my Chen Family to act wildly!" "Our Chen Family is a prominent noble house of Haicheng. How could our profound foundation ever be fathomed by a stray dog like you?" "Today, this banquet hall will be your burial ground!" "After you die, my son Chen Shuo will defile your Senior Sister's body right beside your uncooled corpse!" "I hope when you walk the nether road and hear that beauty Zhou Ling crying under my son, you won't be too lonely!"

The smile on Yun Feng's face instantly vanished, turning into a sheet of freezing frost. Demonic murderous intent raged between his brows, making him look like a fiend stepping straight out of hell!

With his parents dead, Yun Feng's greatest concern now was his Senior Sister and his master! This Chen Jin before him dared to utter such blasphemous words against his Sixth Senior Sister! He deserved a thousand deaths!

"Very well, Chen Jin." "You've successfully angered me." "I've changed my mind." "Everyone in your Chen Family will die." "But you, Chen Jin, you will die a painful death." "I want you to wail for forty-nine days before you die!"

Yun Feng squeezed out words that sounded like the summons of the King of Hell from between his tightly clenched teeth.

Chen Jin felt a momentum as vast as an ocean and mountains emanate from Yun Feng, pressing down upon him. Thud!