Chapter 114: The Third Murder
“Clang!!”
The flying sword emitted a sharp ringing sound, yet Zhao Feng’s hand was like a pair of pincers. No matter how the flying sword struggled, it could not escape from his grasp.
The old man was terrified.
However, he stubbornly said, “Boy, this is no place for your arrogance!!”
“Hmph!”
Zhao Feng scoffed, “Do you really think your backing can protect you?”
“Then you’re welcome to try!” the old man retorted.
Zhao Feng sneered, “Believe it or not, even if I kill you, nothing will happen to me!”
“Hmph! You’re welcome to try!” the old man repeated.
“Fine!”
Zhao Feng cut off all further words. Grabbing the sword’s blade, he shook it forcefully.
In an instant, the flying sword changed direction and shot rapidly toward the old man.
“Hmph!!”
Zhao Feng let out a cold snort. “You’ve repeatedly ignored me, testing my patience. I don’t know if someone ordered you or what.”
“Today, I’ll show everyone whether I dare to kill you!”
“I am a person returning from the Immortal Sect. If I hesitate to kill someone, wouldn’t that be a joke?”
“Boom!”
The flying sword altered its course, shooting like lightning straight at the old man.
The old man was utterly terrified.
At this moment, he could no longer move. Zhao Feng’s aura had locked him down.
This was a killing technique—using one’s will to lock onto the opponent. This ensured every attack hit its mark, and no one else could interfere.
“Whoosh!!”
“Clang!”
The white flying sword gave a sharp ring, flashing before the old man in an instant.
“Ah!!”
The old man screamed.
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
“Fellow Daoist, wait!”
“Fellow Daoist, calm down!”
Judging by the voices, about four or five people were approaching.
“Boom, boom!”
Four or five people bounced in.
Yet Zhao Feng stood there calmly, hands behind his back, making no unnecessary move.
The flying sword was still shooting, now just a meter from the old man.
The five had arrived.
“Boom!”
One of them forcefully broke into Zhao Feng’s mental aura.
“Ah!!”
But the next moment, he screamed in agony.
The man was terrified beyond words and rapidly retreated.
“What’s going on? It’s just a simple mental aura, yet it’s so powerful!”
“Boom!”
He jumped back and hurriedly withdrew from Zhao Feng’s mental aura.
“Hmph!”
A faint smirk tugged at Zhao Feng’s lips as he extended his sword finger, summoning remotely.
“Clang!!”
The white flying sword rang out again, piercing mercilessly into the old man’s body.
“You…”
The old man was pinned to the wall, unable to believe Zhao Feng would actually kill him till his last breath.
Zhao Feng said coldly, “This is the third man I’ve killed.”
No one else heard this, only Zhao Feng himself.
“Sigh…”
Zhao Feng sighed inwardly.
To be honest, he really did not want to kill. He feared that if he continued down this path, he would become more and more corrupted, his hands stained with blood.
He wondered if, at that time, his senior sister would fear him. Would she still like who he was then?
Or did she only love the bright, sunny youth he once was?
But to overturn the Immortal Sect, anything was worth it.
Even if his hands were soaked in blood, what did it matter?
Even if everyone abandoned him, so what?
As long as he could overthrow the Immortal Sect, everything he did would be justified.
Zhao Feng murmured this to himself in his heart.
He looked coldly at the five in front of him.
They glared back in fury.
“How dare you!”
One of them shouted angrily.
“Oh?”
Zhao Feng’s lips curled slightly. “So, you want to die by my sword too?”
“You—!”
The man was left speechless.
Zhao Feng smiled faintly. Though his smile looked sunny, those who saw it felt only chill and cruelty.
The five took a step back, quickly becoming cautious.
Zhao Feng shook his head with a chuckle. “You’re so timid. How do you expect to keep bullying others like this?”
One of the five stepped forward.
He seemed to be their leader, the one the other four followed.
He wore a black windbreaker and a black hat. The hat was broad, casting his face in shadow.
Zhao Feng couldn’t see his features clearly, which annoyed him.
“Take off your hat and speak to me!”
The man was momentarily stunned by Zhao Feng’s commanding tone.
He took a deep breath. “Fellow Daoist, the situation here is special. Please allow me to keep my hat on.”
“Hehehe!”
Zhao Feng gave a cruel laugh. “Did you not understand what I said?”
“Fellow Daoist…”
“Take it off!!”
Zhao Feng spoke in an uncompromising tone.
“Whoosh!!”
The man exhaled. “Very well.”
He slowly removed his hat, revealing a handsome face.
Though handsome, the wrinkles on his face showed he was middle-aged.
He looked refined, like a university professor.
Zhao Feng was briefly surprised.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover! Not bad, your appearance suits you well.”
The man cupped his fists. “Fellow Daoist, I am Zhai Xiangyu.”
Zhao Feng nodded lightly. “Your name matches your temperament.”
“Hehehe,” Zhai Xiangyu smiled. “Thank you for your compliment.”
Zhao Feng waved his hand. “No need. I’m just being honest.”
At this moment, Zhao Feng no longer carried an overbearing air.
In fact, this was Zhao Feng’s mind mastery technique.
Since the other party was courteous, he might as well be polite too. No need to act arrogantly everywhere.
Zhai Xiangyu smiled. “Fellow Daoist, my men offended you.”
“Hehehe,” Zhao Feng chuckled, “So, how do you plan to make it up to me?”
“Well…”
Zhai Xiangyu struggled to keep up with Zhao Feng’s logic.
He scratched his head. “Not sure how you want us to compensate!”
“Hehehe,” Zhao Feng laughed. “How about giving me a blazing sun fruit?”
“Uh…”
Zhai Xiangyu hesitated.
It wasn’t his fault. After all, in the barren secular world, a second-grade spirit herb was the pinnacle of value. It was like a fortune.
Who would casually give away a fortune?
Zhao Feng smiled again. “Don’t worry! I can promise you one thing!”
Everyone present rolled their eyes.
“Promise one thing?? Is that even a valid offer?”
“Who do you think you are? Is your promise worth that much?”
They all whispered among themselves.
Zhai Xiangyu and the others thought similarly.
They all assumed Zhao Feng was trying to get something for nothing.
Zhao Feng was in no hurry.
He stood with hands behind his back, calmly watching Zhai Xiangyu.
“I’ll give you five minutes to decide. Otherwise, I’ll forcibly take this blazing sun fruit!”
Zhai Xiangyu and the others exchanged glances.
Finally, Zhai Xiangyu gritted his teeth and said, “Fine! Fellow Daoist, I’ll consider you a friend!”
“Hehehe!!”
Zhao Feng smiled faintly. “Congratulations on making the right choice.”
Zhai Xiangyu wiped cold sweat from his forehead. “Looking forward to our cooperation!”