Chapter 301: Chapter 237: Tier Four Grandmaster? Those Who Talk Too Much Die
Night fell, and the city lights began to shine.
On the streets of East Sea City, a belligerent convoy of military SUVs was staging a public "armed debt collection" for all to see.
In the lead vehicle, Han Feng rested a hand on the window frame, his expression calm as he watched the neon lights fly past outside.
Behind him, Zhou Ming, Xiaowang, and a few other young men were squeezed into another car, the earlier humiliation on their faces long since replaced by a fervent excitement.
They looked at their consultant as if gazing upon a living god.
’So it turned out, might really did make right.’
Several hundred meters behind the convoy, a number of daring citizens and mercenaries trailed them.
They followed in their personal hover cars, trailing from a distance like a school of sharks that had smelled blood, eager to watch the spectacle unfold.
"Next up is Jinyuan Special Steel in the North Ring District, right?"
Han Feng asked without turning his head.
Zhou Ming nervously handed over a file. "Yes, Consultant."
"They’re holding up our shipment of Tier Three Obsidian Steel. They claim their warehouse system is down and that a full inventory will take three days."
"Three days?"
Han Feng chuckled. "Then let’s help them take the warehouse apart. That should speed up the search."
The driver slammed on the accelerator, and the convoy’s engines roared as they prepared to turn onto the main thoroughfare leading to the North Ring District.
Just at that moment, a terrifying, heart-stopping pressure descended from the heavens without any warning.
HUMMM—
It was as if the air had been instantly sucked out, and the entire world fell silent.
The screech of the convoy’s brakes cut off abruptly. The twelve well-trained Garrison Army soldiers, the gawking citizens—everyone froze in place.
Like insects trapped in amber, they were frozen in the exact poses they held a second before, unable to even shift their eyes.
The horror on their faces was perfectly preserved.
This was the crushing pressure of a higher life-form.
Divine Soul Suppression!
Only Han Feng was an exception. The moment the pressure descended, the [Heart Clarity and Nature Seeing] rune within his Sea of Consciousness flared to life. His Spiritual Power, comparable to that of a Tier Four Grandmaster, remained as solid as a rock.
He could still move.
But his movements were sluggish, as if he were trapped deep in a mire.
Han Feng raised his head, his sharp gaze piercing the night sky and landing on the rooftop of a nearby skyscraper.
There, a man stood, dressed in a luxurious black robe and wearing a silver mask.
With his hands clasped behind his back, his robes whipped in the night wind, exuding the terrifying aura of a Divine Containment Realm Grandmaster.
Almost at the same instant, Han Feng had already activated his [Spiritual Vision].
Through his [Spiritual Vision], the black-robed man’s internal structure became clearly visible.
Inside his body, there were no longer any clear meridians. In their place were individual, illuminated acupoints.
Primordial Qi flowed between the acupoints, forming a complex Energy Network.
’Tier Four Divine Containment Realm Middle Stage!’
But what made Han Feng’s pupils contract was the energy located at the man’s heart.
A viscous, chaotic mass of dark-red energy was coiled there, like a constantly writhing vortex of flesh and blood. It emanated the exact same evil aura he had sensed from the Black Market potion master and from within Li Wei.
’The Blood Feeding Sect!’
"Han Feng."
The black-robed man on the rooftop spoke, his voice transmitted via spiritual fluctuations, resounding directly in everyone’s minds.
His tone was that of a judge passing sentence from on high, laced with an icy disregard for life.
"You should not be alive."
"You ruined the coming of the Holy Infant and blasphemed the glory of the Weaver. That is a death sentence."
The black-robed man slowly raised a hand, a ball of dark-red energy condensing and compressing in his palm.
"I had intended to let you live for a few more days. I wanted you to watch in despair as your project failed and your loved ones were taken from you."
"But you’ve been far too audacious, and I’m growing impatient."
He seemed to relish the feeling of absolute control and didn’t mind a bit of monologuing before the execution.
"Today, on behalf of the Blood Feeding God, I will execute you publicly, right here."
"Let everyone in East Sea City see what happens when you defy a god."
The moment he finished speaking, the eyes of the immobilized Garrison Army soldiers below filled with bone-chilling despair.
’A Tier Four Grandmaster! And a lunatic from an evil cult on top of that!’
’It’s over. We’re all going to die here today.’
Zhou Ming and the other young men were scared out of their wits. If they could still control their bodies, they would have already collapsed to the ground in a heap.
Yet, amidst the despairing gazes of the crowd, Han Feng moved.
He slowly stepped out of the vehicle. Though the immense spiritual pressure made his movements sluggish, each step was perfectly stable.
"Hm?"
The black-robed man grunted softly, seemingly surprised that Han Feng could still move.
"Impressive Spiritual Power. No wonder you could form a Heart Sword and sever the sliver of divine consciousness within that trash, Li Wei."
The black-robed man commented with some interest, "A pity. In the face of an absolute difference in realms, it’s all futile."
"My Divine Soul Field is more than enough to suppress your every move."
"Is that so?"
Han Feng grinned, baring his white teeth.
In the few seconds the black-robed man spent monologuing, Han Feng had already completed his preparations.
’System!’
Han Feng roared in his mind.
’Activate the [Divine Power Module]!’
[Ding! The Divine Power Module has been activated. Please select the target Skill and Energy consumption.]
’Target: [Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method]!’
’Consume... all Sword Essence!’
[Command confirmed! Extracting all of the host’s Sword Essence (800/800 drops)...]
BOOM!
The eight hundred drops of silvery-white Sword Essence in Han Feng’s body were completely drained by the system in that instant.
A sharp, hollowing pain shot through his meridians, but he paid it no mind.
This pure energy, guided by an invisible force, surged wildly into the acupoint between his brows!
[Evolving Divine Technique...]
[Ding! Skill: [Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method] temporary enhancement successful!]
[Obtained temporary Divine Technique: Spirit-Slaying (Tier Four Middle Stage)]
[Traits: Ignores distance, ignores defense, directly strikes the target’s core consciousness.]
[Duration: One strike.]
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Just as the black-robed man on the rooftop finally lost patience and prepared to crush the energy sphere in his palm, he saw Han Feng below him make a gesture.
He brought his index and middle fingers together, pointed them at the man, and swiped gently through the air.
"A mere parlor trick."
The black-robed man sneered, not even bothering to put up a defense.
’What waves could a mere Meridian Passage Realm cultivator possibly make, even if he could move?’
The next second, however...
The expression on his face froze.
There was no sound, no flash of light.
Only an invisible edge of sharpness, moving faster than thought, crossed the hundred-meter distance and sank precisely into the space between his brows.
PFT.
Like a bag of water being pierced.
The black-robed man felt his Sea of Consciousness explode as if a supernova had detonated within it. Before this streak of gray-white Sword Intent, his corporeal-like Tier Four Divine Soul was as fragile as a sheet of paper.
It crumbled to dust in an instant.
"No..."
A hint of stunned disbelief flashed through the black-robed man’s divine eyes, quickly followed by utter terror and confusion.
He couldn’t understand.
’Why?’
’Why could a mere ant in the Meridian Passage Realm unleash a strike capable of wounding his Divine Soul Origin?’
’Why did his Divine Soul shatter so easily?’
His final thought stopped there.
Immediately after, all the light drained from his eyes.
The terrifying pressure covering the entire block suddenly dissipated.
"HUFF..."
Everyone’s bodies unlocked at the same instant. They gasped and heaved for breath, as if they’d just been pulled from underwater.
Still shaken, they looked up at the sky.
They saw the Grandmaster in black, so imperious just moments before, now plummeting from a hundred meters up, as stiff as a puppet with its strings cut.
Before they could react, a black flash of lightning shot up from the ground.
Body Technique·Spiral Charge!
Leaving an afterimage in his place, Han Feng shot forward, instantly appearing beneath the falling body.
SHING!
A cold light flashed.
At some point, the damaged Tier Four Soul Soldier, "Broken Star," had appeared in his hand.
A silvery-white Sword Aura flashed and vanished.
SLICE!
A head wearing a silver mask soared into the sky.
A gruesome arc of scalding blood sprayed through the air.
THUD!
The headless body and the severed head slammed into the middle of the street, one after the other. The two dull thuds seemed to echo in the hearts of everyone watching.
Deathly silence.
The Garrison Army soldiers, the gawking citizens far behind—everyone was petrified.
Mouths agape and eyes wide, they stared dumbly at the young figure standing there, sword in hand.
’What just happened?’
’A Tier Four Divine Containment Realm Grandmaster... was... dead? Just like that?’
’From his appearance to his beheading, the whole thing took less than thirty seconds?’
’And he was killed by a student in the Meridian Passage Realm?!’
’This world has gone mad.’
Han Feng leaned on the short sword "Broken Star," his face pale from the complete depletion of his Sword Essence. His chest heaved violently.
But he stood ramrod straight, his eyes like ice as he stared at the corpse on the ground.
’The evil cultists’ method of soul cultivation really does have a fatal flaw. They chase after power at the cost of everything else, leaving their Divine Souls impure and mottled. They look powerful, but it’s all just an empty shell.’
’Faced with my [Spirit-Slaying] Divine Technique—one that focused all of my Sword Essence and was sublimated to the Tier Four Middle Stage by the System—his soul crumbled at the first touch.’
’The gamble paid off.’
He strode over to the corpse, felt around the headless body, and quickly found an inconspicuous Storage Ring, which he unceremoniously pocketed.
Only then did he turn around and look at the group of still-dazed Garrison Army soldiers.
"What are you all standing around for?"
Han Feng’s voice wasn’t loud, but it struck them like a hammer blow to the chest.
"Lock down the scene. Notify General Li and Vice Dean Chen that a Tier Four Grandmaster from the Blood Feeding Sect made a house call. Tell them to send people to clean up the mess."
"And one more thing,"
Han Feng pointed to the head on the ground, its eyes wide open in death.
"Hang this thing up on the city gates. Let everyone see what happens when you challenge the rules."
The captain of the soldiers jolted, then snapped to attention and roared with every ounce of his strength, "Yes, Consultant!"
That "Consultant" came from the depths of his soul, filled with awe and reverence.
Watching Han Feng’s back, his shadow stretched long under the streetlights, Zhou Ming, Xiaowang, and the others felt their legs give out, and they collapsed to their knees on the ground.
Only one thought remained in their minds.
’A god.’
’This is a true god!’
Meanwhile, the distant crowd had already erupted into an uproar.
"Holy fuck! What did I just see? He killed a Grandmaster from a lower realm!"
"That was a Tier Four expert! And he was killed with a single strike?"
"Just how strong is this Han Feng, really?"
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