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That roar was like a thunderclap from the heavens, carrying the pressure of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and it shook the entire courtyard.

The air around us seemed to freeze.

Those Golden Core guards with weaker cultivation levels couldn't even stand up under such pressure.

"You're courting death for messing with someone from the Jin family!"

Before he could finish speaking, two figures flew directly from the depths of the pavilion and landed in the middle of the courtyard.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a golden brocade robe with a gloomy expression.

He is the current head of the Jin family, Jin Changming.

The aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was being released without reservation.

Beside him stood an old man in a black robe, whose aura was in no way inferior.

The old man was thin and had a sinister look in his eyes; he was clearly not a good person.

"Elder Wei, it's this arrogant brat who killed Yang'er."

The old man in black robes, known as "Elder Wei," was none other than Wei Wuyai, a guest elder whom Wanzhen Pavilion had paid a great price to serve.

He has been receiving a salary from the Jin family for a long time.

The purpose of this visit is to take advantage of the fact that the host is seriously injured and in seclusion, and to completely wipe out the main family's forces in one fell swoop.

Wei Wuyai's somewhat murky eyes swept over Chu Feng, and he let out a strange, chuckling laugh.

"Early Nascent Soul stage? Interesting. He actually managed to kill several Golden Core cultivators with a single slap. Looks like he has some skill."

"However, that's all for now."

When the elders of the main branch saw this, their hearts sank to the bottom.

Jin Changming, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was already difficult to deal with.

Now, another man with an equally terrifying aura has appeared.

This time, we're really doomed.

The white-haired elder at the head of the group took a breath and had no choice but to step forward, blocking Su Qingyi and Chu Feng.

"Jin Changming, Wei Wuyai, what do you want? This is the headquarters of Jubaolou, not a place for you to run wild!"

Although he himself was also in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, under the pressure of two late-stage Nascent Soul experts, he even found it difficult to speak.

"What are you doing?"

Wei Wuyai gave a sinister laugh. "Of course, I'm here to clean house."

"Elder Liu, I advise you to be pragmatic. If you take your men and join the Jin family now, you can at least save your life."

"Otherwise, this Tianxin Pavilion will be the burial ground for your entire family today!"

"How dare you!"

The white-haired elder trembled with rage and immediately summoned his magic weapon, preparing to fight to the death.

But he was no match for Wei Wuyai.

Wei Wuyai didn't even move an inch; he simply stretched out a dry, calloused hand from his sleeve and lightly scratched at the air.

"Bang!"

The white-haired elder seemed to have been hit hard by something, and his protective magic treasure shattered instantly.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed hard into the artificial hill in the distance.

The remaining elders, seeing this, turned pale with fright and lost all courage to go forward.

Suddenly, the entire courtyard fell silent again.

The guards of the Jin family all wore smug, wicked smiles.

The people on the host's side, however, all looked ashen-faced.

However, just when the situation was tense and everyone thought the outcome was decided,

A voice slowly rang out.

"Tsk, this storage bag has a rather unique design, but there aren't enough spirit stones inside. What a poor guy."

"This is alright. There are a few bottles of pills, but the quality is so-so. I guess they can sell for a hundred or two hundred spirit stones."

"Holy crap, why is this empty?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

The white-robed youth who had been targeted by two late-stage Nascent Soul experts was now squatting on the ground searching for corpses.

He opened the storage bags on the Jin family guards one by one, carefully counting the spoils inside, muttering to himself as he went.

With that focused yet disdainful look, there was absolutely no awareness of the danger they were in.

Jin Changming's forehead vein twitched involuntarily.

He had been in Vientiane for hundreds of years and had never suffered such humiliation.

"Kid, who exactly are you?!"

Chu Feng finally finished checking the last storage bag, then slowly stood up and looked up at Jin Changming.

"I?"

He pointed to himself, then to Su Qingyi behind him who looked calm, and said confidently.

"Can't you see? I'm the bodyguard she paid for, a professional team."

"You're fighting to the death here, wasting even a second of my time. Do you know how many spirit stones I'm losing?"

Su Qingyi stood behind him, looking at the man's broad back, and couldn't help but reveal a smile that was both helpless and reassuring.

This guy, what time is it, and he's still thinking about his spirit stones.

Jin Changming was so angry at his words that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"bodyguard?"

He laughed in exasperation. "Fine, what a bodyguard!"

"Today I'll see whether your bones are harder or my fists are harder!"

"Don't rush."

Chu Feng waved his hand, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat playful.

He looked Jin Changming up and down, marveling at him.

"Hey, Mr. Kim, isn't your family's corporate culture a bit too aggressive?"

"What do you mean?" Jin Changming frowned.

"Look."

Chu Feng pointed to Jin Yang's corpse on the ground, and then to the Golden Core elders who had just been slapped into a bloody mist by him.

"Was the one who died your nephew?"

"Those few are also core elders of your Jin family, either your sons or your grandsons."

"Nearly ten people have died in total, and you, the head of the family, haven't even blinked an eye."

"They didn't even offer a word of condolence; they just came in shouting for war and bloodshed."

Chu Feng shook his head, looking distressed.

"This employee care is terrible; the turnover rate must be extremely high."

"No wonder all those storage bags are so empty; your salaries have probably been cut by your superiors."

"You...you're asking for it!"

Jin Changming trembled with rage, unable to contain the overwhelming killing intent within him any longer.

He had never heard such outrageous and vicious mockery in his entire life!

This kid not only killed his family, but also tried to destroy his spirit!

"Elder Wei, lend me a hand! Let's kill this madman first!"

Jin Changming roared at the old man in black robes beside him.

He suddenly formed a hand seal in front of his chest, and a powerful surge of metal-elemental spiritual energy shot into the sky.

"Golden Light Prison Seal!"

With a loud shout, the sky above the courtyard was instantly dyed a brilliant gold.

Countless golden runes appeared out of thin air, rapidly intertwining and coalescing.

In the blink of an eye, a huge golden seal, several tens of feet in size, formed in the air.

The seal was carved with dragons and phoenixes, its surface shimmering with light and color.

Each line seemed to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, radiating a terrifying power of law that could suppress all things and obliterate everything.

This is a secret technique passed down through the Jin family for over a thousand years; it's something that only those at the late Nascent Soul stage can use.

One print is enough to level a small hill.