Luo Feng was walking leisurely on the street, occasionally glancing at the street vendors, as if unaware of the three sneaky people behind him.
In three months, it would be Zi Ling’s birthday. He estimated that by then, he would have achieved the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, so he planned to go back to Panlong City and would naturally need to pick out a gift.
"Boss, look at that kid, smooth-skinned and well-dressed. He must be so rich kid who doesn’t know the heights of the heavens. The ring on his hand is shining bright, it must be a treasure."
Ten ters away, a young man with small eyes glanced at the Washing Dragon Ring on Luo Feng’s hand, greed flashing in his eyes, and said to the two people beside him.
The three were the martial artists who followed Luo Feng out of the teahouse. The leader was an ugly man with a large part of his head missing, only a third remaining, looking terrifying.
"Boss, why don’t we just take this kid out!"
Another man’s eyes flashed fiercely, and he said harshly.
"Shut your damn mouth!"
The ugly man slapped him on the head:
"You say it as if it’s that easy. What if that kid is a master? Besides, in broad daylight, what if a disciple of the Golden Palace cos out to uphold justice? The way you are, if you weren’t with , you would’ve been thrown to feed the dogs long ago."
The man who spoke was made red in the face, muttering:
"He looks so dumb, how could he be a master? Masters should be like you, boss."
"Damn, you’ve learned to flatter pretty quick."
The ugly man spat, then said to the small-eyed youth:
"San, go check him out, don’t make a move yet. I feel sothing’s off about this kid."
The small-eyed youth pounded his chest with a thud, "Boss, leave it to ."
Saying that, he loitered nearby and then moved towards Luo Feng. As the two got closer, it seed as if he tripped on sothing, lost his balance, and bumped into Luo Feng.
"Sorry, I just got tripped." The young man with small eyes steadied himself and apologized with a face full of regret.
Luo Feng smiled faintly, "No need to mind, everyone stumbles sotis. The difference is, sotis you fall and can get back up, other tis you fall and die. Don’t you think?"
"Uh... what you said makes a lot of sense."
The small-eyed martial artist was montarily stunned, then quickly nodded in agreent with a smile, "I have sothing to do, I’ll take my leave."
Luo Feng glanced at his retreating figure and turned back to continue choosing a gift.
Although there were many street vendors, none of them had anything that caught his eye.
"How did it go?"
On the other side, the ugly man asked.
The young man with small eyes licked his lips and sneered, "Boss, that kid is an idiot. I bumped into him and not only did he not get angry, but he also said sothing about how people have to trip and sotis you fall and die, sotis you don’t."
"What nonsense is that?"
The ugly man spat and looked towards Luo Feng, sneering, "Since it’s a fat sheep, that’s easier to deal with. Old two, go clean him out, rember, be quick."
"What about the ring on his hand? It looks quite valuable," the robust man referred to as old two asked.
The ugly man glared, viciousness overflowing, "The usual, cut it off with the finger. We’ll cover you."
"Okay."
The robust man licked his lips, exuding a murderous aura, and walked towards Luo Feng, with a gleam hidden in his broad palm.
"Hmm? So they actually ca. It seems my warning didn’t work."
Without turning his head, relying only on his soul power, Luo Feng clearly observed the actions of the three. Seeing the robust man approaching him, he shook his head.
By this ti, the robust man had appeared behind Luo Feng. His right hand moved like lightning, like a spiritual snake, slipping into Luo Feng’s clothes, forming a blur, so fast that even ordinary martial artists of the Spiritual Rotation Realm might not be able to detect it.
"Old two succeeded!"
The other two, hidden in the crowd, saw this scene and appeared excited.
And in the next mont.
Ah!
A miserable scream echoed, and the robust man staggered back, his entire right hand bloody and mangled, blood dripping down.
"What’s going on? San, did you see it clearly?"
The ugly man’s eyelids twitched. He hadn’t blinked just now, but saw nothing, only that the man’s hand had suddenly withdrawn, the bones visible, likely crippled.
"Boss, I didn’t see it clearly either."
The whole incident was so bizarre, the small-eyed martial artist hadn’t snapped back to reality.
"Sothing’s wrong, there must be a master nearby. Let’s get old two out first. Then we’ll settle this account with that kid!"
The ugly man ordered in a deep voice, and the two imdiately dove into the dense crowd, making their way to the robust man’s side to support him out.
But as soon as the three turned around, they were stunned. The young man who had been in front of them was now sohow behind them.
"Get out of my way!"
The ugly man roared in anger, throwing a punch to send Luo Feng flying.
Boom!
The punch was terrifyingly powerful, the air bursting in layers.
Those who noticed this scene around them shook their heads.
These three often pulled tricks in this area, targeting lone foreign martial artists, stealing if possible, or robbing if not. These foreign martial artists, being isolated and weak, could usually only swallow their anger. Today’s unlucky one appeared to be this young man, with that punch, if not killed, would at least lose half his life.
Bang!
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, a fist the size of a bowl struck Luo Feng’s chest, producing a muffled sound that even shook the ground.
The next mont, a gasp was heard on the street, and everyone was dumbfounded.
Luo Feng remained standing in place, completely unmoved.
Witnessing this, the small-eyed martial artist’s expression changed dramatically.
The ugly man was a ridian Wheel Realm ninth-level martial artist, extrely powerful. He had once seen him tear apart steel with his bare hands, able to kill a third-level demon beast with a single punch. Yet, the seemingly thin youth before him hadn’t even frowned. What kind of terrifying strength was this!
Run!
With no other thought, the small-eyed martial artist’s Yuan Qi surged to the limit, turning to flee.
"Stay."
Luo Feng sneered, throwing out a palm.
Boom!
Under the Palm Gang, the air collapsed layer by layer, the three stuck by a thunderbolt, spewing a mouthful of blood and flying backward.
At this mont, the small-eyed martial artist suddenly understood the aning of Luo Feng’s previous words.
Luo Feng was preparing to give these three an unforgettable lesson.
Boom boom boom...
Suddenly, the ground began shaking, and from the distant street, a squad of martial artists in silver armor with iron spears approached quickly, their heavy steps causing the street to tremble.
"It’s the Iron Spear Army from the City Lord Mansion."
"People from the City Lord Mansion have arrived."
Soone recognized these guards and spoke up.
Luo Feng noticed this squad of silver-armored guards, raising an eyebrow.
Last ti he ca to East Fla City, he had a fierce battle with Bing Ruolan against the Iron Spear Army from the City Lord Mansion, which even alard the City Lord. If not for Bing Ruolan’s special status, it wouldn’t have been easy to escape.
However, tis have changed. Even if City Lord Lengyuan personally ca now, he would not be afraid.
"Boss, we’re saved!"
The three martial artists lying on the ground with fear and trembling were excited to hear the arrival of the Iron Spear Army.
They used to hang out with the junior City Lord Tie Yunshan and showed plenty of offerings to Leng Yunshan, which allowed them to stay in East Fla City smoothly.
Although the junior City Lord has been confined for months, not knowing if the relationship is still valid, right now, they would rather fall into the hands of the Iron Spear Army.
"Who dares to cause trouble in East Fla City!"
The crowd parted, and a black-armored martial artist appeared, his cold gaze sweeping over the scene. Seeing the seriously injured ugly man and his two companions, his gaze settled on Luo Feng with a slight frown:
"Surround them; anyone who dares move will be killed without rcy!"
Finished speaking, the black-armored martial artist turned with respect: "Young Master, it’s just a few petty people fighting, not a big deal."
"Who dares to cause trouble in my territory with such audacity!"
A cold voice echoed as a figure gradually approached, it was the junior City Lord Leng Yunshan of East Fla City.
He had once tried to attack Bing Ruolan and Luo Feng, being confined at ho by Lengyuan, without stepping out for three months. Today, he had just regained his freedom.
Nearly driven mad during those three months, upon hearing soone causing trouble in the city, he imdiately led the Iron Spear Army himself, otherwise the City Lord Mansion wouldn’t mobilize the Iron Spear Army for a few petty thieves.
Entering the crowd, Leng Yunshan planned to show so authority of a junior City Lord, venting his frustration, to let others know he was still the sa Leng Yunshan.
His gaze casually glanced and suddenly noticed Luo Feng, his brows furrowed. Upon a closer look, his expression imdiately stiffened.
"Haha, Young Master, it’s been a while."
Luo Feng looked at Leng Yunshan, smiling faintly.
Leng Yunshan stared at Luo Feng, his expression shifting from doubt to shock, finally turning to fear, his parted lips completely forgotten to close.
"Young Master, you have finally arrived. This kid is rampaging in the city, injuring my second brother. We tried to stop him, but he showed off his strength, fiercely injured people continuously, completely disregarding the City Lord Mansion and the junior City Lord!"
The ugly man hadn’t noticed the change in Leng Yunshan’s expression. Seeing his arrival, his heart filled with joy, given their relationship, the other would certainly not stand by, imdiately accusing Luo Feng with a trembling voice.
Simultaneously, he transmitted to Leng Yunshan: Young Master, this ti I, Qiu, have slipped up. As long as you take care of this kid for , I’ll offer a hefty reward!
The small-eyed martial artist also nodded repeatedly, embellishing the story: "Young Master, this person is extrely wicked and must be punished!"
Leng Yunshan heard their words, glancing at Luo Feng, recalling the dry confinent of the past three months, his stiff face twitching fiercely.
"Co forward!"
Taking a deep breath, Leng Yunshan commanded.
"Here, my lord!"
The black-armored martial artist stepped forward.
Watching this, the three martial artists lying on the ground glanced at Luo Feng, faces full of cold smiles and ferocious expressions, as if they could already see him being captured by the Iron Spear Army.
At that ti, just a little money spent to have the opponent die in prison wouldn’t be difficult.
Leng Yunshan squinted, his cold gaze scanning, finally landing on the three ugly n, speaking in a chilling tone:
"Seize these ignorant fools for !"
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