Chapter Sixty: Attitude, Fearlessness

Pulling the young master before him close, Ye Feng leaned in with a lascivious expression, whispering into his ear as if truly sharing some sordid secret with him.

“Let go of me! You bastard…” Young Master Qi struggled to free himself from Ye Feng’s ironclad grip, but Ye Feng’s arm pressed down on his shoulder like a steel clamp.

“Come on, let’s go! We brothers haven’t seen each other in so long—let’s have a good drink!” Ye Feng’s face was all smiles as he dragged him toward the roadside.

“Let go of me!” Young Master Qi was utterly exasperated, nearly shouting for help. He had never expected that the Ye family, known for their domineering ways, would produce such a shameless descendant.

The commotion soon drew the attention of many onlookers—two young cultivators among them—though even they were at a loss as to how to intervene.

Ye Feng’s exploits in Shrouded Heaven City were well known among the crowd. However, these people had long since lost touch with reality, holding themselves above others and believing that, aside from the youths of the imperial capital, there were no other outstanding young talents; the Holy Lands, in their eyes, were nothing but hollow reputations, no wonder Ye Feng could cut them down like grass.

They immediately saw through Ye Feng’s trickery, yet Qi Wu was, after all, an Innate-level cultivator; surely nothing could go wrong. It was best to observe for now.

With an arm around Qi Wu, Ye Feng walked off the main road toward a nearby tavern.

“You bastard, isn’t this enough? Are you going to keep up this act?” Qi Wu clenched his fists, deliberately making his knuckles crack.

Ye Feng’s expression changed drastically, then, feigning despair, he wailed, “You want to kill me to silence me, don’t you? Is it because I know too many of your secrets that you feel unsafe?” He seized the opportunity to publicly disgrace Qi Wu with his words.

Elder Xiao had said it best: when you have many lice, you stop feeling itchy. That was exactly Ye Feng’s attitude now. Since everyone disliked and feared him anyway, he might as well bare his fangs and see who dared play the sacrificial chicken to warn the monkeys.

He hadn’t anticipated that his reputation in the capital would be so “resounding.” “Seems my deliberate arrogance in Shrouded Heaven City wasn’t for nothing,” he mused.

Ignoring Qi Wu’s protests, Ye Feng decided the act had gone on long enough. Suddenly, his steps quickened. Concealing his movement with his body, he pointed at his own feet, sending a burst of spiritual power through his finger to shatter the marble beneath him.

“Trying to ambush me?” Ye Feng pretended to be startled, releasing Qi Wu and quickly retreating.

Most of the onlookers saw Ye Feng’s subtle move and exchanged puzzled glances.

“What’s he doing? Hurting himself to win sympathy?” No one could have imagined that a once-mighty family from centuries past had fallen so low.

But they clearly didn’t know the Ye family well. Ye Feng’s next actions would finally show these imperial youths who he really was.

“Stay away from me…” Ye Feng kept retreating, his gaze full of terror as Qi Wu “advanced menacingly.”

“Ah… stay away! Don’t kill me…” Ye Feng, as if overcome with panic, suddenly punched Qi Wu while shouting “Don’t kill me!” over and over.

Boom!

Infused with spiritual power, his fist tore a gaping hole in Qi Wu’s unguarded abdomen. Qi Wu collapsed, shock frozen on his face. He was bewildered—had this kid lost his mind?

“He actually killed the young master! Has he gone insane?” After the initial shock, some quickly reacted. A young man in the crowd pointed at Ye Feng and shouted.

Ye Feng looked up “in terror,” only to see three young men in their twenties glaring at him with murderous intent, shouting threats.

Each of them was tall and powerfully built, their muscles rippling with explosive strength.

They forced their way through the crowd to surround Ye Feng. One of them declared, “We are the Qi family’s guards. You madman, daring to slay our young master in broad daylight—today you will die!”

Ye Feng suddenly smiled, dropping the facade and appearing utterly calm. “You want to kill me too?”

One of the three changed his expression. “If that’s what you think, so be it.”

Ye Feng feigned terror once more, pointing at them with a trembling finger. “You—you have some nerve! In the heart of the capital, under the bright sky, you mean to kill me as well? Then I’ll kill you first!”

A hiss of movement—

With the “Flood Dragon’s Glide,” Ye Feng’s form blurred like lightning, his dagger swiftly slashing each guard’s throat in turn.

These men were nothing more than expendable pawns, and Ye Feng dispatched them like slaughtering pigs.

The crowd erupted. The incident had happened so quickly that before anyone could react, Ye Feng had killed three more men.

No one could have guessed that, having just entered the city, Ye Feng would dare to slay four people in succession. Such behavior was beyond mere arrogance.

It was clear that Ye Feng was expressing his attitude: if you want war, then fight! I do not fear you.

“The real opponents are coming!” Standing in the center, Ye Feng inconspicuously took two steps back, thinking to himself.

Sure enough, two more men emerged from the crowd, their expressions cold, saying nothing. The situation was obvious now: Ye Feng was playing the fool, claiming that those he killed were trying to murder him. If he walked away safely today, those men would have died for nothing.

But if he died here, even if the Ye family annihilated the entire Qi clan in revenge, what of it?

The question was… could they actually kill Ye Feng?

Leaving aside the giant ape’s existence, just based on Ye Feng’s current strength, unless elders intervened, no young expert could best him—and with the “Flood Dragon’s Glide,” he could always escape.

As he studied the two men, Ye Feng nodded inwardly. He could sense their formidable power—both had reached Spirit King level.

But one of them showed no spiritual fluctuations at all, seeming like an ordinary man. This was a truly formidable opponent.

Looking at them, Ye Feng grinned. “Oh, finally someone decent—a Spirit King-level master, is it?”

The man hesitated slightly. “No longer playing the fool? But today, you won’t escape death! Killing in broad daylight—no one can save you.”

Ye Feng sneered. “Heh, you think you’ve got me cornered?”

“Seems you’ve forgotten about me.” The other youth, wielding a spear, attacked Ye Feng as he spoke.

The spear whistled through the air, spiritual power surging along its shaft as it thrust toward Ye Feng.

The first youth smiled faintly and slowly faded into the crowd, vanishing from sight.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

To the shock of all, Ye Feng was repeatedly struck by the spear.

“Something’s wrong! It’s just an afterimage!” the young expert cried, retreating in alarm.

“Fool! Haven’t you heard—a lion uses its full strength even against a rabbit!” Ye Feng’s figure gradually appeared.

Dragon Sever—

In that instant, Ye Feng’s aura exploded. Somehow, a long blade carved all over with dragon patterns had appeared in his hand.