Chapter 960: Chapter 957: The Path Against Destiny

The shrill cries of agony lasted for half a cup of tea’s time.

Though Leng Yunshan’s cultivation wasn’t exceptional, merely a ninth-level Martial Artist in the Meridian Wheel Realm, his dirty-handed skills were first-rate. Each blow landed on flesh, and after a dozen or so hits, Lin Lu was already spitting blood, with two teeth shattered, a truly miserable sight.

Fortunately, Lin Lu was a sixth-stage early Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist; these injuries were not life-threatening, although the pain was unavoidable.

Hearing the screams, the people around the street exchanged looks, unsure of what to feel as they glanced at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng’s demeanor was poised and composed, with a carefree and gentle manner, akin to a scholarly gentleman.

No one had expected that at the critical moment, he would be more ruthless than anyone else, not losing a bit to the ’Bloodless Sword’ Yi Wuxue. In fact, he surpassed him.

Yi Wuxue was aggressive outwardly, while Luo Feng’s sharpness was internal, like a treasured blade in its sheath, shocking gods and ghosts alike once drawn.

Such a person was truly terrifying.

After a moment, the screams finally ended.

Clang!

Leng Yunshan tossed the blood-stained iron spear to the ground, breathing heavily, he approached Luo Feng and laughed heartily:

"What a relief! Brother Luo, you’re truly formidable; even Yi Wuxue was scared off by you. I believe at the next New Dragon List gathering, Brother Luo’s name will definitely be there among the top ten new dragons."

At this moment, Leng Yunshan was full of admiration for Luo Feng, directly addressing him as Brother Luo, instead of the prior Brother Luo Feng.

Who was Yi Wuxue? One of the most renowned new geniuses of the Sky Sword Pavilion, who even killed a Demon General-level expert this time!

Such a famous figure, yet in front of Luo Feng, was so scared he didn’t even dare to draw his sword.

What power, what majesty!

Even now, the shock in Leng Yunshan’s heart was hard to calm.

These years in East Flame City, he had been rampant and unruly, all because of the identity of East Flame City’s Minor City Lord; without it, he would be insignificant, as different from Luo Feng as clouds from mud.

"Brother Luo, what should we do with this brat? Do you want to throw him into Yellow Cloud Valley too?"

With a glance at Lin Lu, Leng Yunshan said viciously.

Hearing this, Lin Lu’s face changed drastically. Ignoring the severe pain all over his body, he got up from the ground and said in terror:

"Don’t kill me! Luo Feng, I was wrong, spouting nonsense, please don’t kill me..."

By now he understood, Yi Wuxue’s hasty departure was because he dared not confront Luo Feng.

Even Yi Wuxue didn’t dare; with his capability, Luo Feng could probably take his life in a single move.

Luo Feng glanced at Lin Lu and said coldly, "You spoke ill first; I believe you have no right to complain about this matter. This time, it’s just a lesson. If you dare disrespect my master again, don’t blame me for being merciless. Don’t think I can’t do it; even if you hide in Sky Sword Pavilion, I’ll have a way to kill you."

Lin Lu shivered, "I wouldn’t dare! I deserve all this..." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Luo Feng wasn’t interested in dwelling on such a person, and said indifferently, "Get lost."

"I’ll get lost immediately..."

Lin Lu, as if receiving a great amnesty, didn’t even dare to pick up the sword on the ground, and took off running.

Seeing Lin Lu leave, Leng Yunshan leaned close to Luo Feng and said:

"Brother Luo, why not stay another night, and let me host you well. Yihong Building has welcomed a few songstresses from Out Cloud Country recently, each as tender as if they could drip water..."

Luo Feng bitterly smiled inwardly, indeed, old habits die hard.

Clang!

Inserting Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber back into its sheath, Luo Feng shook his head:

"No need, I have matters to attend to. Pass my greetings to your father, Lengyuan, farewell."

With that, Luo Feng turned and left.

At this time, the Iron Spear Army guard who had left earlier appeared in the crowd with two green wine jars.

"Brother Luo, wine!" Leng Yunshan shouted.

Luo Feng didn’t turn back. With a hand gesture, a suction force appeared out of thin air.

Whoosh!

The guard staggered, and the wine jar he was holding tightly fell into Luo Feng’s hand.

"Thanks a lot."

Luo Feng stored the wine jar in the Washing Dragon Ring, and his figure turned into a blur, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a faint voice.

Long after Luo Feng had left, the people on the street still stood there in a daze, the waves in their hearts turbulent and unable to calm.

One punch.

One saber.

Just two moves, and a Sky Sword Pavilion disciple was heavily injured, Yi Wuxue didn’t dare to draw his sword; what kind of strength was this!

"The next New Dragon List gathering is bound to be turned upside down by this person. Who would’ve thought a small Canglang Dynasty could have such a character. Indeed, this world is about to change..."

In the crowd, a gunman with a bamboo hat looked expressionlessly in the direction Luo Feng had left, pulled down the brim, and disappeared from the spot.

No one around noticed, as if he never existed there from the start.

In the City Lord Mansion of East Flame City, inside a grand hall.

A figure sat at the head position, around forty years old, with an obscure aura like the sea, deep eyes; he was the City Lord of East Flame City, Lengyuan.

Another person in the hall was Leng Yunshan, who had hurried back.

Listening to Leng Yunshan’s report, Lengyuan’s eyes sparkled, and after a moment he said:

"Yunshan, you did well in this matter. Offending Yi Wuxue is nothing, but never offend Luo Feng."

Leng Yunshan rejoiced, and said:

"Father, these past three months, I’ve been diligently reflecting, examining myself daily, sleepless day and night, losing appetite..."

"Alright. No one knows a son better than his father; I know what you want to say."

Lengyuan waved his hand unpleasantly, "From tomorrow, you may freely enter and leave East Yang City."

"Thank you, Father!"

Leng Yunshan was overjoyed, feeling a bit more grateful to Luo Feng, suddenly asking: "Father, is Luo Feng truly that fearsome?"

Lengyuan’s eyes slightly flashed, exhaling deeply:

"You don’t need to know about this. Just know that if Luo Feng were to die in East Flame City, our East Flame City would vanish overnight, perhaps even the entire Canglang Dynasty couldn’t survive. In the future, when you meet this person, endeavor to form a good relationship. You have moderate cultivation talent, cannot become a hero, I don’t expect that. But a person may lack power, must never lack insight; otherwise, there is only a path to death."

Leng Yunshan’s heart fluttered slightly.

He knew his father, in his younger days, was a prominent figure, having tread many places, knowledgeable, and he believed these words deeply, immediately clasping his hands:

"I will remember."

"Mm. Alright, you may go now."

Lengyuan waved his hand, then suddenly asked, "Yunshan, what’s your view of Luo Feng’s current level?"

Leng Yunshan slightly frowned, shook his head:

"I cannot see through his cultivation. But Yi Wuxue has already stepped into the seventh stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm; before Luo Feng, he didn’t dare draw his sword. I reckon Luo Feng’s cultivation likely far surpasses Yi Wuxue."

Lengyuan’s eyes flickered, nodded, "You may go."

After Leng Yunshan left, Lengyuan squinted slightly, recalling Luo Feng’s remarks during a night visit, contemplating:

"In such a short time, his strength has escalated to this degree, Luo Feng, you are truly extraordinary. Unfortunately, Bing Ruolan awakened the Saint Soul, destined to be a ruler of the North Sea’s waters, commanding countless aquatic races. The Nangong family’s third son has a prior engagement with her, won’t let her go; other forces will also covet secretly... If you do not abandon your past ambitions, what lies before you is a thorn-filled path defying the heavens! How far you go depends solely on your fortune..."