Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Master Zhao, who...who is he?"

Seeing Lu Feng's murderous aura, a glamorous woman next to him said nervously.

Since the two sisters arrived at the Green Wood Branch of the Mojinmen, this was the first time she had ever seen anyone dare to speak to Zhao Qingming like that, and who did not take the latter, the branch leader, seriously at all.

"It's none of your business."

Zhao Qingming frowned and waved for the two women beside him to leave.

Although he hadn't had enough fun with the two sisters beside him, Lu Feng's meddling had dampened his enthusiasm.

Seeing the two women hurriedly get dressed and leave, Lu Feng only glanced at them and did not stop them.

Because his only target for revenge was the Tomb Raiders.

Moreover, he was not the kind of person who enjoyed indiscriminately killing innocent people.

"Lu Feng, do you even know who you are now...?!"

"You traitor!"

Staring intently at Lu Feng opposite him, Zhao Qingming threatened, "I let you escape with your life back then, but now you dare to come looking for trouble? Are you really not afraid of death?!"

"I advise you to be sensible and immediately kneel down to apologize. Perhaps I'll even put in a good word for you with the sect leader and leave you with a whole corpse...!"

"Have you finished rambling?"

Faced with Zhao Qingming's threat, Lu Feng merely smiled coldly, and the next moment his figure flashed, rushing to the other party's side.

"Now that you've said your piece, go die!"

Along with Lu Feng's icy voice, a powerful palm strike followed, landing heavily on Zhao Qingming's chest.

Bang!

The palm strike, infused with Yuan energy, instantly shattered Zhao Qingming's protective Yuan energy. The remaining force, undiminished, pierced through the opponent's chest, splattering countless droplets of blood.

Pfft...!

With a severe blow to his chest, Zhao Qingming turned pale and coughed up blood repeatedly. He was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string until he crashed heavily under the bed, leaving a mess on the floor.

"Sixth level of Body Refinement Realm...!"

"You, how could your cultivation level be...?!"

Struggling to lift his head, Zhao Qingming also looked terrified and incredulous at Lu Feng opposite him.

It should be noted that the other party was once just an ordinary boy with no strength to even kill a chicken, whom he could easily crush with a flick of his wrist.

But now, only a few months later, Lu Feng has not only become a Body Refinement Realm martial artist, but his strength and cultivation are also far superior to his, which can be called a miracle!

"A scholar who has been away for three days should be treated with new respect..."

"Hey Zhao, it seems you haven't quite grasped your current predicament..."

Lu Feng crossed his arms and looked at the disheveled Zhao Qingming opposite him with a mocking expression, seemingly unafraid that the other party would escape.

After all, the opponent only had the second level of Body Refinement Realm cultivation, and his strength was as weak as a chick.

As for why Zhao Qingming was able to become the leader of the Qingmu branch, it was entirely due to his skill in flattery and sycophancy; he himself did not have much real ability.

Even a random fourth-level Body Refinement Realm martial artist could easily crush Zhao Qingming, let alone Lu Feng, whose strength has greatly increased.

"Help! Where is everyone...!"

"There's an assassin...!"

Seemingly aware that he was no match for Lu Feng, Zhao Qingming retreated hastily while shouting at the top of his lungs.

In his view, no matter how strong the opponent was, he was just a lone man. As long as he waited for reinforcements to arrive, Lu Feng would surely die!

However, to Zhao Qingming's surprise, even though he shouted loudly, there was still no sound from all around, as if the Mojinmen disciples who were patrolling and guarding the area had all disappeared.

"What's going on?!"

Seeing that reinforcements had not arrived for a long time, Zhao Qingming's heart sank, and he immediately had an ominous premonition.

Are you looking for them?

The next moment, Lu Feng's lips curled up slightly, and he immediately took out two large bags of packages from his storage ring and threw them on the ground.

Gudong!

The package fell to the ground, revealing several bloody human heads. They were not only hideous but also died in extremely gruesome ways. They seemed to be experts from the Green Wood Branch, with the lowest cultivation level being at least at the sixth level of Body Refinement.

"You...you...!"

At this moment, seeing the several bloody human heads on the ground, Zhao Qingming, who had been arrogant, could no longer sit still, his eyes filled with fear and terror.

After all, he had lost his only trump card to save his life, so what could he possibly use to fight Lu Feng now?

"etc....!"

Faced with Lu Feng's relentless pressure, Zhao Qingming suddenly knelt down, grabbing Lu Feng's leg and begging for mercy, "Young Master Lu, I know I was wrong, please have mercy!"

"If only you, Young Master Lu, would spare my life, I would be willing to go through fire and water for you, even die for you, without a single complaint!..."

"Oh? I remember you and those bastards, Liu Dahu, bullied me back then, didn't you enjoy it?"

Despite Zhao Qingming's kneeling pleas for mercy, Lu Feng remained expressionless, his murderous aura undiminished.

"This...this...! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness back then. I'm willing to cut off my five fingers to atone for my sins—no, I'd even cut off my arm! Just spare my life!"

Zhao Qingming was speechless for a moment, and then kowtowed heavily to Lu Feng again, not daring to stop even when his head was bleeding, his tone full of fear and unease.

"I truly know I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again... Please, young hero, spare my life!"

Zhao Qingming was kneeling on the ground like an old dog, his whole body trembling like a leaf, clearly terrified.

"You want to live? Fine..."

"Thank you for your mercy, young hero. I will definitely..."

Before Zhao Qingming could even feel happy, a wood-chopping knife pierced his chest and heart in an instant, causing him to scream in agony and fall to the ground again.

"Yeah, right!"

Lu Feng sheathed his sword and stood there, his face full of mockery.

"You little beast, you'll die a horrible death...! You bastard without parents...! You...!"

Zhao Qingming continued to vomit blood, seemingly knowing he had no hope of survival, and immediately pointed at Lu Feng's nose and cursed him.

"So noisy!"

Lu Feng didn't give Zhao Qingming a chance to waste words. He immediately beheaded him with another stroke, sending him on his final journey.

After killing Zhao Qingming, Lu Feng did not spare the remaining Mojinmen disciples of the Qingmu branch either, but slaughtered them all without leaving a single one alive!

Under Lu Feng's bloody revenge, in less than half an incense stick's time, the entire Green Wood Branch was turned into a living hell, with corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood flowing in all directions!

"devil....!"

"This guy is a ruthless killer!"

"No! I don't want to die...!"

Illuminated by the towering flames, a figure could be seen slowly crawling out from the pile of corpses. Then, disregarding the blood covering his body, he fled in a panic towards the outside world, clearly terrified by Lu Feng's massacre.

However, before the tomb raider could escape, a fierce, blood-red figure suddenly appeared from the side and cut off his escape route.

"Sir, sir! Spare me!"

"I've only been a novice for less than a month, I haven't offended you, and I know nothing about you...!"

Seeing the murderous Lu Feng in front of him, the surviving disciple of the Tomb Raider Sect was so frightened that he immediately knelt down on the ground, trembling like a leaf.