Gu Long's Martial Arts World: Starting with the Invincible Demon Blade

Feng Tianming was terrified!

Fortunately, Feng Tianming is Feng Tianming after all.

He was, after all, a member of the Chengdu Golden Saber Invincible family.

This discomfort was quickly suppressed by his inherent arrogance and his desire to establish his authority in front of everyone. He suppressed it very firmly, gritting his teeth inwardly, determined not to let anyone else see his fear.

But now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, they all saw their initial expression.

Everyone knows he's ready to cause trouble for the other party.

So, can he stop now?

If he stops now, what will others think of him? What will they think of the Golden Knife Feng family behind him?

His attendant, observing his expression, already knew most of the situation and quickly pointed to the head seat at Lin Anshan's table:

"Brother Feng, let's have a seat first."

"No need."

Feng Tianming waved his hand to interrupt the other person, and even glared at him, as if to say that he was being nosy.

After all, the master hadn't spoken yet, but the lackey spoke first, which inevitably made others secretly laugh at their own poor discipline.

Losing a fight is not a loss of honor; losing your life is not a loss of dignity.

This is the rule of the underworld!

He raised his chin slightly, his gaze never leaving Xue Bufeng's table, and raised his voice, which carried an undeniable air:

"That's a good location."

The direction he was pointing was right at the table where Xue Bufu and the other six were sitting.

That was the brightest and most conspicuous spot in the center of the store.

After he finished speaking, the shop fell silent again.

Everyone was eerily quiet.

They glanced at Feng Tianming, then at the group of men and women at the table who seemed to be detached from the situation. Their expressions varied: some were gloating, some sighed inwardly, and some were simply enjoying the spectacle and wishing they would fight.

After saying that, Feng Tianming actually led his few followers, who were originally arrogant but were now somewhat uneasy, and strode straight towards Xue Bufu's table.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of boots pounding on the old wooden floor seemed particularly heavy in the suddenly quiet space, each step feeling like a blow to the heart.

Old Liu peeked out from behind the rising steam, but after just one glance, he immediately lowered his head, his hands moving faster and trembling as he stretched the noodles.

Feng Tianming walked to the table and stood still.

He was tall and wore a cloak, and his imposing position made him appear rather intimidating.

The few followers behind him could only skillfully spread out in a semi-circle, vaguely forming a circle around the table.

"My friend."

Feng Tianming spoke, his voice deliberately even more imperious than usual:

"I've taken a liking to this table of yours, please move it now."

His words weren't even a question, but a notification.

It was as if the fact that he was even willing to say such a thing was already a huge favor.

This is exactly how he has always treated ordinary people.

However, this time is different from the past.

Lin Anshan, who was standing to the side, noticed that although Feng Tianming's tone was still as arrogant as ever, he didn't seem as confident as before, at least not as much as when he last met him.

At this moment, in this place, all is silent.

Almost everyone's eyes were on Xue Bufeng, waiting to see the swordsman's reaction.

But Xue Bufeng continued drinking tea.

His movements were slow and unhurried, and he never once raised his eyelids to look at Feng Tianming.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a member of the Feng family of Chengdu, nor a golden sword about to be drawn, but just a wisp of insignificant, even somewhat noisy air.

Feng Tianming's facial muscles visibly tensed up.

He was used to being arrogant and domineering; when had he ever been so completely ignored?

Especially under the watchful eyes of everyone, especially in front of several stunning beauties.

His eyes twitched, and his voice suddenly turned cold:

"Hey! I'm talking to you, are you deaf?!"

This low shout was delivered with internal force, making a buzzing sound in the ears of those around him and causing everyone in the shop to feel a jolt in their hearts.

Feng Tianming is indeed a man of great reputation!

He hadn't even used his golden sword yet, but this shout already demonstrated the level of a first-class master!

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Even the boy who had been eating noodles with his head down paused very slightly as he drank the soup.

The man in black in the corner remained expressionless on his ashen face, but his cold, electric eyes shifted slightly, taking in the entire scene.

At this tense moment, when war seemed imminent—

Xue Bufeng put down his teacup.

The bottom of the bowl made a soft "click" as it touched the wooden table.

Then he spoke.

The voice was not loud, even somewhat flat, as if stating a fact that couldn't be more obvious.

"Scrap, all you do is make noise."

Just six words.

Feng Tianming was taken aback, as if he hadn't heard clearly, or rather, he couldn't believe that the other party dared to respond in such a way.

Immediately, a surge of humiliated rage rushed to his head, his face flushed red, and his right hand reflexively reached for the hilt of the golden sword at his waist—

However, his movements remained frozen in that pose forever.

Because a beam of blue light moved.

It wasn't Xue Bufu.

It was Hua Baifeng, the girl in the pale yellow dress who always blinked her big eyes in the eyes of others and looked lively, playful, and harmless.

No one saw how she moved.

It was as if he had simply sat there and casually raised his hand.

A dark, eerie blue-green light appeared like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, or a ghost appearing, moving faster than the naked eye could perceive, leaving only a blurry, unsettling blue mark in the sight of most people present.

"Ugh—"

A piercing scream, so mournful it was inhuman, suddenly burst from Feng Tianming's throat!

His hand, which was about to press on the hilt of the knife, froze in mid-air. He felt as if he had been struck in the chest by an invisible giant hammer, and he staggered backward, crashing into an empty chair with a "bang".

The furious red flush on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a rapidly spreading, terrifying bluish-black hue.

The bluish-black color spread rapidly from his chest where he had been hit, like spilled ink instantly covering his neck and face.

His eyes were wide open, bulging, bloodshot, and filled with disbelief and horror.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout something, but could only let out a series of breathy "ho...ho..." sounds.

The skin swelled up with terrifying blisters at a visible speed. The blisters quickly turned purplish-black, then burst, oozing foul-smelling, viscous pus and blood.

His body began to convulse and spasm violently, his limbs twisting at angles that defied common sense.

In just a few breaths, the once majestic and arrogant "Golden Knife" Feng Tianming had become a strangely colored corpse, covered in pus and blood, with an extremely gruesome and terrifying death. He fell to the ground with a "thud" and remained motionless.

silence.

The entire shop was deathly silent.

Time seemed to freeze.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, their eyes wide open, mouths agape, and faces drained of all color.

A strong, cloying, and putrid stench emanated from Feng Tianming's corpse, mingling with the aroma of boiling noodle soup in a large pot, creating a nauseating and eerie atmosphere.