Super War God in the City

The crowd in the hall turned their eyes to Ling Fan, who had come bathed in blood, their hearts filled with terror but even more with anger and humiliation.

The preeminent Binzhou First Family actually allowed a young man to slaughter his way in and out thrice, single-handedly.

And now, standing before the entire Feng Family, he wanted to force the old master to lie in that coffin?

Humiliation, frustration, and rage frothed in the depths of the Feng Family members' hearts!

"Ling Fan, even though you possess astonishing martial might and none in my Feng Family are your match, the consequences of moving against my Feng Family are not something you can bear, I hope you'll think thrice!" Feng Wende stepped forward and said with a somber voice.

As the contemporary Family Head of the Feng Family, he had to uphold his authority in times of crisis; constant fear and concession wouldn't solve anything.

Feng Xuehai nodded in agreement. Feng Wende's performance had not disappointed him; as the Family Head, that's the kind of mettle he should display.

"Heh, consequences? Don't trouble yourself about my consequences. The Feng Family better start thinking about how to face my wrath and the consequences that will follow!" Ling Fan's lips curled into a cold sneer.

The blood still wet on his face made his smile appear particularly ferocious, like a Soul Reaper that had emerged from Hell.

In the face of Ling Fan's aggressive pressure, everyone besides Feng Wende was too angry yet too afraid to speak.

"Kid, you've surprised me, but do you really think you've got my Feng Family cornered today?" Feng Xuehai remained calm and composed.

Upon hearing these words, the Feng Family members were once again alarmed, their eyes turning towards Feng Xuehai in unison. Did the old master still have an ace up his sleeve?

Just then, a vigorous voice resounded at the entrance.

"Young friend, might I ask for a favor and suggest you stop here; how does that sound?" A middle-aged man wearing practice clothes, appearing to be just over fifty, stood at the doorway.

Seeing the newcomer, Feng Xuehai felt greatly relieved and respectfully bowed, "Old Qi gracing us with your presence, my Feng Family has nothing to fear!"

While the visitor appeared to be just over fifty, he was actually well beyond seventy but hid the ravages of time through his profound cultivation.

Indeed, this man was Qi He, the one who had recently been playing a game of strategy with Lu Jinglun. He was also the Martial Arts Instructor responsible for recruiting students from Jiangbei for Zhongnan Academy.

His sudden appearance in Binzhou was due to an invitation from Feng Xuehai, with whom he shared a considerable rapport.

However, that wasn't the reason Feng Xuehai was able to invite him; it was the consideration of the Long Family behind the Feng Family that made Qi He grant this favor.

Ling Fan may not have known who Qi He was, but it was different for the members of the Feng Family; each one of them was excited, their faces flushed with emotion, especially those led by Feng Wende.

"Old Qi, greetings!" The Feng Family members bowed respectfully, one after another.

Qi He, however, did not acknowledge the crowd but looked seriously at Ling Fan.

Had it not been for the information he had obtained from Lu Jinglun just before, Qi He would definitely not be acting so courteous, particularly since he was startled to learn that Ling Fan had demanded a coffin from Lu Jinglun with the intention of using it for the Feng Family.

"Have you understood anything today?" Feng Xuehai surveyed the Feng Family members, ignoring Ling Fan to the side.

He wanted to take this opportunity to impart the most meaningful lesson of their lives to the younger generation.

Feng Jie pondered for a moment before respectfully saying, "Grandfather, your grandson has understood one thing: under any circumstance, we should remain calm in the face of danger!"

Feng Xuehai nodded his head.

Feng Xiao, not wanting to be outdone, also spoke up, "Grandson too has understood something: one should have strategies and a broad mind like grandfather, to maneuver through all situations!"

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Feng Wende also reflected with shame, "Today, the most in need of reflection is myself. Faced with a formidable enemy's attack, I actually felt fear and panic, far from father's demeanor and composure that everything is under control!"

"Hmm, not bad, I am quite heartened that you understand these lessons!" Feng Xuehai nodded with satisfaction.

"Ling Fan, kneel down and beg for mercy. With Old Qi here today, you won't be able to make a move!" Now with backing, Feng Wende turned and berated Ling Fan.

Feng Jie stepped forward, eager to leave a good impression on his grandfather and to make a display, "Ling Fan, there's always someone stronger; if you refuse to repent, you'll surely regret it dearly. Why not kneel down and beg for my grandfather's mercy?"

Feng Xiao also refused to show weakness, sneering, "Kid, don't say I didn't give you a chance, get down on your knees and repent now, and maybe there'll be a sliver of a chance for you to live!"

Feng Wenzhi also issued a warning, the only one who did not speak was Feng Wenshan, who had been cautioned by his daughter beforehand to stay out of whatever happened. He had learned his lesson and, surprisingly, did not utter a word to mock Ling Fan.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have no interest in Feng Wenshan and his daughter.

Seeing this, Feng Shuya couldn't help but feel anxious for Ling Fan and couldn't resist raising her voice to remind him, "Ling Fan, think thrice before you act!"

To the Feng family, her words did not seem odd, but Ling Fan understood and slightly nodded.

This scene was instantly noticed by all members of the Feng family. How could they know the relationship between Ling Fan and Feng Shuya?

They all thought that Ling Fan was going to concede, immediately feeling relieved as if they had taken a turn at the gates of Hell and came back to life.

Now looking at Ling Fan, where was there any trace of fear?

"Kid, I am very curious, what exactly is your connection to the incident nineteen years ago?" Feng Xuehai said gravely.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had a guess in his mind, but since he hadn't heard an answer from Ling Fan himself, he couldn't be sure. However, if it was as he suspected, then even without lifting a finger, someone would take Ling Fan's life.

All eyes in the room were curiously fixed on Ling Fan, especially Feng Shuya, who was now particularly concerned about every secret Ling Fan held and was eager to understand this man better.

Ling Fan let out a cold laugh, "Old fool, didn't you guess already?"

"How daring!" Feng Jie burst out yelling.

"Kid, are you still going to act tough now? You dare to curse my grandfather, do you not want to live? Kneel down quickly and beg my grandfather's forgiveness!"

Feng Jie was pumped up to show his worth in front of his grandfather. Now that Ling Fan was no longer a threat, where was the fear for him?

Feng Xuehai nodded slightly, quite satisfied with Feng Jie's performance. This was the spirit expected from a member of a great family like the Fengs, unlike earlier, when everyone was as frightened as quails!

Seeing the expression on his grandfather, Feng Jie secretly felt pleased with himself, believing he had caught his grandfather's attention with his good performance.

Feng Shuya was anxious on the side; she had misunderstood Ling Fan's nod from earlier, thinking he could not stand up to Old Qi. In fact, Ling Fan had meant only to assure her.

She had already decided, if Ling Fan were to face real danger later, she must find a way to protect him.

"Are you deaf? Why aren't you kneeling? Are you seeking death?" Feng Jie got increasingly carried away as he pointed and yelled at Ling Fan.

A fierce look flashed in Ling Fan's eyes and in a flash, he disappeared from his spot.

"You..." Feng Jie's eyes widened as he took a step back abruptly.

"Old Qi!" Feng Xuehai was also shocked, having not expected Ling Fan to act recklessly with Old Qi present.

"Young friend, please stop! Won't you give some face to Old Qi?" Qi He gasped too. If Ling Fan injured Feng Jie before him, where would that leave his dignity?

The next second.

"Crack!"

"Bang!"

Ling Fan's movements were like a Ghost Fiend; his claw twisted, breaking Feng Jie's neck, and then he flung the body away.

"Silence!"

He then turned around, his expression icy cold, pointing at Qi He and yelling, "And who the hell are you? Daring to meddle in my business, do you think you're special?"

The entire hall was shocked, their expressions changing drastically!