I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 388 I Am the Harbinger of Death, Please Stop Throwin

"No! This can’t be happening... this can’t be real!"

Lu Ben’s scream echoed only within his own mind, his face turning pale as all color drained away.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably as his eyes locked onto the fallen figure of his master.

Shi Dong... lay motionless on the ground. Defeated. No... crushed!

And the most terrifying part wasn’t the defeat itself... but how it had happened.

In Lu Ben’s mories, his master was an untouchable existence.

A peak expert of the Spirit Severing Realm, soone who stood at the summit of power in his eyes.

A man who had walked through countless storms of blood and slaughter, erging victorious ti and ti again.

An old monster. A legend. Soone Lu Ben believed would never fall so easily. And yet...

Lin Feng hadn’t moved. Not a step. Not a finger. He had simply looked at him.

And Shi Dong had collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

Lu Ben’s breathing beca erratic, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his thoughts spiraled into chaos.

This... this isn’t right...

How can soone like Master lose like this?

Just what kind of monster is Lin Feng...?

The rumors are really true! Lin Feng’s eyes are... unpredictable!

A chilling realization slowly surfaced in his mind, like a corpse rising from dark waters.

From the very beginning... They had it all wrong.

His master thought he was the hunter pretending to be weak, waiting for the perfect mont to strike.

A pig disguising itself, ready to devour a tiger. But now Lu Ben understood. They weren’t the hunters.

They were prey. And Lin Feng... Lin Feng had been the true monster all along.

A terrifying existence who could toy with them at will and who didn’t even need to lift a hand to decide life or death.

A man who hid behind calmness and simplicity, only to reveal an abyss no one could comprehend.

"I need to move... I need to get out of here...!" The thought hit him like thunder.

Survival instinct took over instantly.

Lu Ben suppressed his aura to the absolute limit, forcing every ounce of his presence to shrink into nothingness.

Even his breathing beca shallow, controlled, nearly nonexistent.

Step by step, he retreated. Careful. Silent. Desperate. He didn’t dare look at Lin Feng again.

Didn’t dare let his gaze linger.

It felt as though even a single glance might expose him... might draw that terrifying attention toward himself.

Only when he had retreated far enough, blending into the distant crowd and shadows, did he finally risk turning back.

What he saw made his heart sink even deeper.

Several guards had already stepped forward and took stock of the most important things.

The once-mighty expert’s body was looted from head to foot, his dignity completely shattered.

Others moved swiftly and efficiently. Storage rings. Hidden treasures. Personal belongings.

Everything was stripped away without hesitation.

Even the massive flying boat... once a symbol of Shi Dong’s power and status was quickly taken over, its control falling into new hands.

In just a few monts...

Everything Shi Dong had built, everything he possessed was gone.

All of it now belonged to Lin Feng. Clean. Decisive. rciless.

Lu Ben clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms until they almost drew blood.

Rage flickered within him. Humiliation. Fear. But above all... helplessness.

He didn’t dare step forward. Didn’t dare protest. Didn’t even dare let a hint of killing intent leak out.

Because deep down... He knew. If Lin Feng could defeat his master with a glance...

Then killing him would be no different than crushing an ant.

"What do you want us to do with this old man’s body, Master Lin Feng? He’s still alive."

A head city guard stepped forward, bowing respectfully. His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed a mixture of awe and caution.

He glanced at Shi Dong’s unconscious form, still struggling to accept what he had just witnessed.

A Spirit Severing Realm expert.

A being who could dominate entire regions.

Reduced to this state... without even the chance to fight back.

The surrounding crowd had fallen into a strange silence.

No one dared speak too loudly. No one dared act rashly.

Their gazes shifted toward Lin Feng, filled with reverence, shock... and a deep, instinctive fear.

After all this was a man who could defeat a peak expert without lifting a single finger.

Even the wind seed to quiet down, as if the world itself was waiting for his command.

"His body?" Lin Feng repeated lightly, his gaze drifting toward Shi Dong’s unconscious form as if it were nothing more than a piece of discarded luggage.

There wasn’t the slightest ripple of emotion in his eyes.

"Send it to the city morgue," he continued calmly. "I hear the people there are quite experienced in... taking care of individuals like this old villain."

There was a faint pause after his words, as though he didn’t even consider the matter worth another thought.

To him, Shi Dong was already irrelevant.

"Master Lin Feng is wise!" the head city guard responded imdiately, bowing with cupped fists, his tone filled with admiration.

"We will carry out your orders at once."

Without delay, he turned and gestured sharply toward two of his subordinates.

"You two step forward. Transport the body. And be careful."

"Yes, sir!"

The two guards hurried over, their expressions serious.

Even though the man before them was now unconscious, they knew full well who he had been just monts ago... a terrifying expert who could have crushed them like ants.

One guard crouched slightly and hooked his arms under Shi Dong’s shoulders, lifting with a grunt as the weight settled onto him.

"Ugh... heavier than he looks..." he muttered under his breath.

The other grabbed Shi Dong’s legs, hoisting them up firmly with both hands.

"Stop complaining," he whispered back. "Just carry him properly. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of Master Lin Feng."

Together, they lifted the once-mighty cultivator.