Chen Jin's knees suddenly buckled, and he dropped straight to the ground.
Crack!
That was the sound of Chen Jin's leg bones snapping!
Gushes of blood spurted from the fractured ends of Chen Jin's bones, staining the carpet of the banquet hall a deep red!
Yet for all of this, Yun Feng had not even made a move!
It was entirely the terrifying aura radiating from his body, pressing down heavily upon Chen Jin.
Chen Jin let out two miserable screams, then began to laugh with a maniacal frenzy:
"You want me dead?"
"I'll get to watch you, this bastard spawn of the Yun Family, get riddled with holes like a honeycomb and die right before my eyes!"
"Men! Bring out the gear!"
At Chen Jin's command, ten Chen Family bodyguards who had previously been hiding suddenly lunged from the shadows!
Each of them was holding a firearm!
Yun Feng looked closely and realized he recognized the weapon—it was none other than the household-name AK-47!
Ten pitch-black AK-47 barrels aimed squarely at Yun Feng!
The guests present gasped in absolute terror at the sight!
"Guns?! And heavy-duty killers like AK-47s at that?"
"The Chen Family is truly terrifying. In a place like Shenzhou, even getting a handgun is difficult, yet they can pull out ten AK-47s all at once?"
..."Yun Feng is truly done for this time..."
"Even a Ninth-Stage Martial Artist can't withstand a bullet."
"Let alone a concentrated volley from ten assault rifles..."
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Chapter 6: Are You a Grandmaster?
"Oh?"
Yun Feng raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips:
"Ten AK-47s?"
"With firepower like that, you could probably spark an uprising in Haicheng, couldn't you?"
"Chen Jin, to deal with me, you really did scrape the bottom of the Chen Family's barrel, didn't you?"
With both legs broken and kneeling on the floor, Chen Jin endured the pain and laughed crazily:
"Well? Yun Feng, are you scared?"
"Beg for mercy on your knees right now, and I'll have my son go a little easy when he defiles Zhou Ling later!"
Upon seeing the ten guns in the hands of the Chen Family bodyguards, Zhou Ling was utterly stunned!
Ten guns?
No one could have imagined that the Chen Family possessed such formidable armed might!
Her delicate body trembled, and large tears instantly welled up in her beautiful eyes!
"Junior Brother!"
Zhou Ling cried out in anguish, throwing herself into Yun Feng's arms and wrapping her slender arms tightly around him.
She lifted her tear-filled, misty eyes, gazed deeply at Yun Feng, and said with a sorrowful, weeping voice:
"Run! Senior Sister will cover your retreat."
"Go back up the mountain, and never come back to Haicheng!"
With that, Zhou Ling's internal energy erupted throughout her body, gathering in the palms of her hands.
She shoved hard against Yun Feng's chest!
If that palm strike landed solidly, even a Ninth-Stage Martial Artist caught off guard would be sent flying backward!
Zhou Ling had already made up her mind: the moment Yun Feng was pushed out of the banquet hall, she would turn around and kill Chen Jin.
The surrounding Chen Family bodyguards would surely turn their guns on her instead!
By then, her Junior Brother would have a glimmer of survival!
As for herself...
It didn't matter! As long as Junior Brother could live!
Yet when Zhou Ling's palm landed on Yun Feng's chest, she felt her power vanish like a clay ox entering the sea, as if she were pushing against a towering mountain!
Yun Feng's feet remained rooted to the spot, completely unmoving.
Zhou Ling froze.
Yun Feng lowered his head, flashed a reassuring smile at his lovely and charming Sixth Senior Sister, and even gave her a playful wink.
Gently patting Zhou Ling's rounded hips, Yun Feng said calmly:
"I've got everything handled."
"You don't need to worry."
Yun Feng wrapped an arm around Zhou Ling's delicate form, looked up at the bleeding Chen Jin not far away, and sneered:
"Mere trifling guns—you thought you could kill me with this?"
Hearing Yun Feng's words, Chen Jin's expression shifted instantly.
The surrounding guests likewise drew in sharp breaths, whispering among themselves:
"This Yun Feng isn't even afraid of guns?"
"How is that possible? Grandmasters aren't afraid of bullets, but that's only Grandmasters!"
"Yun Feng is at most a Ninth-Stage Martial Artist given his age. Forget ten guns, he couldn't even survive one!"
"Chen Jin is truly enraged this time... to actually display the Chen Family's ultimate trump card right in front of us!"
"Even if Yun Feng is killed, after this incident, the Chen Family will surely face the wrath of the City Lord of Haicheng for possessing firearms..."
Listening to the murmurs of the guests, the terror in Chen Jin's heart quickly subsided.
Chen Jin thought to himself:
"That's right, this Yun Feng is merely eighteen years old.
How could he possibly be a Grandmaster capable of defying bullets?
To reach the Ninth-Stage Martial Artist realm at the age of eighteen is already terrifying enough.
Given time, he would certainly become a titan of his era!
But the Yun Feng of today is nothing more than a Ninth-Stage Martial Artist!
A single bullet is all it takes to end his life!"
A sneer returned to Chen Jin's face:
"Ignorance is fearless."
"Have you stayed on the mountain so long you've grown stupid, ignorant of the power of firearms?"
"I'll let you experience it properly in a moment: without entering the Grandmaster realm, how fragile the human flesh-and-blood body is in the face of a storm of steel!"
"However... before that..."
Chen Jin's expression instantly turned ferocious and ruthless:
"Chen Family bodyguards, hear my order! Slaughter the onlookers in this banquet hall!"
"The fact that the Chen Family possesses ten guns must never leak out!"
"Otherwise, my Chen Family is doomed!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, the entire banquet hall fell dead silent.
You could hear a pin drop!
Every guest who had come to attend the engagement banquet couldn't believe their ears.
"Chen Jin!" an elderly, white-haired man shouted in fury,
"The guests here are all Haicheng elites! Have you ever considered the consequences of doing this?"
Chen Jin let out a wild, booming laugh:
"Consequences?"
"It was Yun Feng, this bastard spawn, who slaughtered my Chen Family's engagement banquet."
"My Chen Family's experts and honored guests struck him down on the spot!"
"As long as my Chen Family keeps quiet, what do the deaths of these guests have to do with us?"
The hearts of every guest skipped a beat!
The very next moment, flames erupted wildly from the pitch-black barrels of the ten AK-47s held by the Chen Family bodyguards!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bullet after spinning bullet screamed out from the chambers!
In an instant, flesh tore and blood sprayed!
The guests standing in the banquet hall fell in rows upon pools of blood, like harvested stalks of wheat.
Their eyes remained wide open in death!
A moment later, the entire banquet hall grew deathly still.
Wisps of blue smoke drifted from the ten gun barrels.
Aside from the Chen Family members, only Yun Feng and Zhou Ling in his arms were left standing in the banquet hall.
Chen Shuo was so frightened his face turned pale white, and a pale yellow puddle slowly spread down his trousers...
Zhou Ling's beautiful eyes were also wide with shock, her pupils trembling slightly!
A mocking smile still lingered at the corners of Yun Feng's mouth as he calmly watched everything unfolding before him.
He could have saved them, but these people were friends of the Chen Family—why should he?
Chen Jin burst into another fit of wild laughter, his bloodshot eyes staring hysterically at Yun Feng as he said with a sinister grin:
"It's your turn to die."
"If you won't let go of Zhou Ling, she'll die right along with you!"
"At least you'll have company on the Yellow Springs Road!"
Yun Feng gave a light, dismissive laugh, then nodded:
"Very well."
"Fire."
At Chen Jin's roared command to "Fire," the Chen Family bodyguards spun their weapons around in unison, aiming at Yun Feng and Zhou Ling in his arms, and pulled the triggers!
Zhou Ling closed her eyes and held Yun Feng tightly, as if trying to burrow into her Junior Brother's body and fuse into one with him.
"To die with Junior Brother..."
"Is also a wonderful ending..."
Such a thought flashed through Zhou Ling's mind.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Intense gunfire erupted once more within the banquet hall.
A minute later, the gunfire stopped.
Yet Zhou Ling felt no pain.
In a daze, she opened her eyes and looked around.
Hundreds of alloy bullet heads, blocked by an invisible force, were suspended quietly three feet in front of Yun Feng!
Not a single bullet could tear through that invisible barrier to harm Yun Feng and Zhou Ling within!
Snap!
Startled out of his wits by the scene before him, some bodyguard dropped his burning hot AK-47 to the floor!
"How is that possible?!"
Chen Jin's eyes split at the corners, and his frantic, hysterical question echoed through the vast banquet hall:
"Manifestation of internal energy..."
"You..."
"You're a Grandmaster?!"
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Chapter 7: Settling Old and New Scores Together!
Seeing Chen Jin's ghost-like expression, Yun Feng smiled faintly:
"A Grandmaster?"
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
"If you say I am, then I suppose I am."
Chen Jin felt the world spinning around him, nearly fainting on the spot.
An eighteen-year-old Grandmaster?
How was that possible?
Looking across the entire history of Shenzhou, how many such proud prodigies had ever existed?
Yun Feng, the only one of the Yun Family who escaped back then, turned out to be such a terrifying genius?
"Yun Feng!"
Chen Jin suddenly snapped back to his senses, a look of utter desperation on his face as he kowtowed heavily three times to Yun Feng with loud thuds:
"Spare me! What happened back then—my Chen Family was in the wrong, and I'm willing to give you one billion!"
"As compensation from the Chen Family!"
Yun Feng chuckled twice, though his eyes remained ice-cold, his voice exceptionally chilling:
"One billion? Are you kidding me?"
Chen Jin's prostrate body trembled:
"But... in my haste, that's all I can possibly scrape together!"
"Although my Chen Family has operated in Haicheng for many years, one billion is already nearly a tenth of our entire family fortune!"
"That sum is hardly small!"
Yun Feng walked toward Chen Jin step by step, looking down at him from above, his voice filled with utter disgust:
"Are you saying the eleven lives of my Yun Family are only worth one billion?"
"With my parents' memorial tablets right before you, how dare you try to humiliate my Yun Family with money?"
Chen Jin's body shuddered again, and he wailed in despair:
"Then what on earth do you want me to do before you'll forgive me?"
A chilling light flashed fiercely in Yun Feng's eyes, and he spoke word by word:
"I, want, you, dead!"
As the final word—"dead"—left his lips, Yun Feng gave a single sweep of his hand.
A wave of martial energy suddenly erupted, and the ten bullets suspended around him instantly flew backward!
Puff, puff, puff, puff!
Ten dull thuds rang out, and the foreheads of the ten armed Chen Family bodyguards each bloomed with a bloody hole.
They died on the spot!
Hearing Yun Feng's death-laden words, delivered like an Asura descended to earth, the twenty-odd surviving members of the Chen Family in the banquet hall could no longer contain the terror in their hearts and broke out into frantic, wretched cries.
One by one, they dropped to their knees, kowtowing to Yun Feng like pounding garlic and endlessly begging him to spare their lives.
In Yun Feng's arms, Zhou Ling finally recovered her wits at this moment, sneering:
"First arrogant, then servile—truly laughable..."
Watching the Chen Family members continuously begging for their lives, Yun Feng suddenly spoke up:
"Fine, I'll spare your lives."
All the Chen Family members, including Chen Jin and Chen Shuo, were stunned at first, and then beamed with joy!
"Yun Feng! No, Grandmaster Yun! Whatever commands you have, please give them!"
Chen Jin said with a face full of ingratiating smiles:
"As the saying goes, grievances are better resolved than kept alive. From now on, my Chen Family will be Grandmaster Yun's most steadfast backing in Haicheng!"
Yun Feng cast a cold glance at Chen Jin, not believing a single half-word of what he said.
"However..."
Yun Feng sneered, raising a single finger, and said:
"Only one person among you who answers my question can live."
The breath of the Chen Family members hitched once more.
And then Yun Feng asked:
"Back then, when my entire Yun Family was exterminated, who gave the order?"
With that, Yun Feng reached out and pointed straight at one of the Chen Family youths, saying coldly:
"You, speak."
That Chen Family youth was momentarily startled, then panicked:
"What? I... how would I know?"
Yun Feng flicked a finger, and a bullet flew out, piercing the youth's skull.
He pointed at the next Chen Family youth, asking with a cold smirk:
"You, speak."
That Chen Family youth's eyes widened in horror as he wept:
"I don't know! I really don't know! I'm just a collateral branch of the Chen Family..."
Swoosh!
The bullet flew past, shattering his skull.
Yun Feng continued down the line, pointing them out one by one, killing them one by one.
Soon, the twenty-odd Chen Family members who had been alive moments ago were now entirely dead.
In the massive banquet hall, only four people remained.
Yun Feng, Zhou Ling, Chen Jin, and Chen Shuo.
"I know! I know!!"
Chen Shuo let out a piercing scream, scrambling on all fours to grab the hem of Yun Feng's trousers, tears and snot streaming down his face:
"I know! Please spare me!"
Yun Feng gave a faint smile, bent down to pat Chen Shuo's fat cheek, and said playfully:
"You're going to tell me?"
Chen Shuo nodded like a pecking chick.
Yun Feng teased:
"But if you talk, your dad won't have a chance to survive."
"You... aren't you going to leave the chance to live for your dad?"
Chen Shuo froze for a split second, and after snapping back to his senses, shrieked instantly:
"It was the City Lord of Haicheng!"
"It was the City Lord of Haicheng who ordered people to slaughter the Yun Family, and then had us in the Chen Family hunt you down!"
"I spoke first! I spoke first!"
"According to the agreement, you have to let me live!"
Yun Feng straightened up, flashing a mirthless grin at Chen Jin:
"The son you raised."
"Now wants you dead."
"Brilliant!"
Chen Jin's face turned ashen. He spat a thick glob of phlegm toward Chen Shuo's back and cursed:
"Back then, I should have just shot you against a wall!"
Chen Shuo selectively ignored Chen Jin's words, leaped up from the ground, and bolted for the exit!
Swoosh, swoosh!
Two bullets flew out, instantly piercing Chen Shuo's kneecaps.
Chen Shuo's pig-like screams instantly echoed through the dead-silent banquet hall.
"You promised me! You said you'd let me live!" Chen Shuo pointed at Yun Feng, screaming continuously.
Yun Feng said calmly:
"But you lied."
Chen Shuo's pupils instantly constricted!
How did he know I was lying?
Yun Feng shook his head:
"My Eighth Master is well-versed in physiognomy. I can tell at a glance whether your words are true or false."
"Seven years ago, you were just a kid, with no access whatsoever to the Chen Family's decision-making."
"How could you possibly know such deep secrets?"
"Throwing out the name of the City Lord of Haicheng just to fool me?"
"You die too."
Just as Yun Feng was about to flick a bullet to end Chen Shuo's life,
Chen Shuo suddenly roared:
"Wait!"
"You can't kill me!"
"Zhou Ling's parents are still in my hands!"
"If you kill me, her parents will die right along with me!"
Yun Feng's hand paused mid-air, and he lowered his gaze to look at Zhou Ling in his arms.
A flash of panic crossed Zhou Ling's face as she nodded:
"It's true..."
"He placed my parents under house arrest in the Chen Family Estate!"
"He also forced a slow-acting poison down their throats; without the antidote to suppress it every week, they will die of poisoning instantly!"
"Otherwise, even in death, I would never have agreed to marry scum like Chen Shuo!"
Yun Feng nodded, a playful glint in his eye:
"The Chen Family Estate?"
"Very well."
"If I recall correctly, your Chen Family has three main branches in total."
"You, Chen Jin, are merely the head of the most powerful branch who inherited the patriarch's position."
"However, the Old Patriarch and the majority of the other two branches are all at the Chen Family Estate; they didn't come to attend this engagement banquet."
"Seven years ago, the head of the Chen Family wasn't you, Chen Jin."
"A large share of the blood debt for hunting me down must be settled with your Old Patriarch!"
A murderous smile curled the corners of Yun Feng's mouth:
"In that case, let's settle both old and new scores together!"
"After today, the Chen Family Estate will be wiped off the map of Haicheng!"
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Chapter 8: Making You Wish You Were Dead!
Swoosh!
A bullet flew out.
Chen Shuo's eyes widened in unresigned fury as he collapsed in a pool of blood.
With a casual wave of Yun Feng's hand, Chen Shuo's head detached from his body and landed in Yun Feng's palm.
Holding Chen Shuo's bloodied head, Yun Feng placed it before his parents' memorial tablets and kowtowed respectfully three times:
"Your unfilial son Yun Feng today takes the dog head of Chen Shuo, young master of the Chen Family, to sacrifice to the departed spirits of my parents."
"May the eleven members of the Yun Family find peace beneath the Nine Springs!"
Yun Feng stood up and turned his gaze once more to Chen Jin.
"Your turn."
Chen Jin seemed to have accepted his fate, gritting his teeth as he said:
"Even if I tell you, you still won't spare me, right?"
Yun Feng sneered:
"You insulted my Senior Sister. As I said, I'm going to make you wail in agony for forty-nine days before you die."
"But as long as you tell me the truth, I'll put in a good word for my Senior Sister and let you wail for just thirty-six days before you die."
"That is already my greatest mercy toward you, Chen Jin!"
Chen Jin stared at Yun Feng with venomous hatred, cursing:
"Yun Feng, the person behind this is not someone you can fathom."
"Even though a Grandmaster of your age is extremely rare..."
"Still, if you continue to pursue what happened back then, you will undoubtedly die a wretched death!"
"No matter how strong you are, you are still just one person!"
"In that person's eyes, you are nothing more than an ant!"
"With a wave of their hand, they can obliterate you!"
Yun Feng nodded slowly:
"Very well. Since you won't talk, I'll go to the Chen Family Estate and ask your Chen Family's Old Patriarch myself!"
Yun Feng reached into his robe and pulled out a roll of golden acupuncture needles.
Unrolling the pouch, without any discernible movement from Yun Feng, one golden needle after another flew out like living creatures, piercing straight into Chen Jin's vital acupoints across his body!
"You! You brat, what are you doing to me?!" Chen Jin asked in terror.
Yun Feng sneered, his voice cold and merciless:
"I am using these golden needles to sustain your life."
"To make you... wish you were dead!"