Chapter Eighty: Shattered to Pieces

Zhao Hong was startled by the sound. He hurriedly opened his eyes to see a golden figure standing before him, shielding him and striking Yang Hao so fiercely that the latter coughed up blood and staggered back.

“Brother Wenfeng, this matter had nothing to do with you, yet you intervened and saved me. I truly don’t know how to thank you,” Zhao Hong said, gazing at Liu Feng’s back, his voice thick with gratitude.

“It’s simply fate that brought us together, Brother Zhao. There’s no need to dwell on it,” Liu Feng replied with a serene smile.

At that moment, Yang Hao had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He glared at Liu Feng viciously and growled, “You don’t seem to be one of the Zhao family. Why meddle in their affairs?”

Liu Feng smiled quietly and said, “How do you know I’m not a member of the Zhao family? As it happens, from today onward, I am the chief instructor of the Zhao family’s guards. So my intervention is only natural.”

Yang Hao’s expression shifted slightly upon hearing this. The appearance of this young master had disrupted his plans, but he was unwilling to admit defeat so easily.

He tried once more to persuade Liu Feng. “You’ve only just arrived at the Zhao family—hardly one of their trusted confidants. Is it worth risking yourself for a mere guard’s post, going against the powerful Yang family? If you ignore this matter, I promise the Yang family will grant you a far more important position. What do you say?”

Zhao Hong’s expression changed as he heard Yang Hao’s words. He glanced at Liu Feng, uncertain of his intentions.

Liu Feng listened without altering his calm demeanor. He said softly, “Since I have accepted the Zhao family’s post, I will fulfill my duties. Your promises mean nothing to me.”

Zhao Hong breathed a small sigh of relief, his respect for Liu Feng’s character growing deeper.

Seeing persuasion fail, Yang Hao’s face twisted into a savage snarl. “So you’re determined to stand with the Zhao family? Then I cannot leave such a powerful enemy alive.”

He called to those besieging Zhao Jun and Zhao Bochao, “Brother Yang, Brother Sun, Brother Lin—come over here, let’s deal with this boy together.”

Zhao Jun and Zhao Bochao were on the verge of succumbing to their attackers. Without hesitation, the three men leapt from their skirmishes and converged upon Liu Feng.

Their opponents, now fewer, found their burdens eased.

Liu Feng stood calmly, watching the three men surround him, his expression tranquil and composed.

“Brother Yang, do we really need all four of us to handle this kid? Isn’t that a bit excessive?” one of them remarked.

“Let me test his strength first,” said another, looking at Liu Feng with contempt. With that, he swung his massive hammer at Liu Feng.

A wild surge of force rushed forth, like Mount Tai crashing down, and in a blink, it was above Liu Feng’s head.

Liu Feng’s eyes flashed with a sharp light as he watched the hammer descend. He clenched his right fist and unleashed a ferocious blow—a golden fist tearing through the air, carrying the might of mountains and seas, smashing ruthlessly against the iron hammer.

A thunderous explosion resounded. The enormous hammer shattered instantly under Liu Feng’s fist, fragments flying in all directions, forcing Yang Hao’s group to retreat in alarm.

The man wielding the hammer was hurled through the air, crashing heavily to the ground and spewing blood. His breath weakened; he was no longer able to fight.

“You—how is it possible? You injured a second-tier master of the Yin-Yang realm with a single punch!” Yang Hao and the others stared at Liu Feng in shock, their faces drained of color.

“Brother Yang, this kid is too fierce. Looks like we’ll have to work together,” one said, realizing Liu Feng’s terrifying strength.

“Violent Slash!” another shouted, swinging his long blade in a swift, sweeping arc, a white streak slicing toward Liu Feng. A wild, explosive aura crashed down, aiming to strike him head-on.

“Blazing Strike!” called another, wielding a long spear infused with true energy. The shaft glowed bright red, as if burning. Putting all his strength into the thrust, he sent a sharp beam of energy shooting from the tip, like a meteor streaking toward Liu Feng’s chest.

“Mountain-Cleaving Force!” Yang Hao roared, brandishing his axe as if splitting Mount Hua, enveloping the space. The blade vibrated, powered by true energy, unleashing a tremendous force that sent waves rippling through the air like water, showing the sheer strength of his attack.

For the first time, Liu Feng’s expression grew grave as he watched their combined assault.

“Ten Destructive Strikes!” Liu Feng bellowed, his fists erupting with dazzling golden light, his entire body bathed in brilliance like a war god clad in golden armor, radiating an invincible aura that made resistance seem futile.

He swung both fists, unleashing a torrent of savage power, imbued with the essence of crushing, shattering, annihilating. Golden fists streaked through the air like falling stars, smashing hard against their weapons.

Three thunderous crashes echoed. All of Yang Hao’s group had their weapons shattered beneath Liu Feng’s blows.

Before they could recover from their shock, Liu Feng’s fists once again pierced the air.

Three more explosive strikes. Yang Hao and his two companions were sent flying out of the private room, landing heavily in the second-floor hall, faces pale, blood spilling from their mouths.

The hall’s patrons had already fled, so no one witnessed the scene.

The two men fighting Zhao Jun and Zhao Bochao glanced over as they fought, and were dumbfounded to see Liu Feng, with just a few punches, had gravely injured Yang Hao’s group. Their faces changed dramatically.

But in combat, one cannot afford distraction. As they hesitated, Zhao Jun and Zhao Bochao seized the moment to unleash their full power, forcing their opponents back.

Moments later, both men were struck down, suffering severe injuries.

Thus, the six fierce men who had arrived with murderous intent were now all left gravely wounded.

Zhao Hong stared, mouth agape, as Liu Feng dispatched Yang Hao’s four companions in mere moments. He could not fathom the depth of Liu Feng’s power.

At this point, Liu Feng walked up to Zhao Hong, and seeing his astonished expression, he smiled gently. “Brother Zhao, don’t just stand there. Yang Hao stirred up trouble without cause—don’t you want to collect some interest?”

Reminded by Liu Feng, Zhao Hong’s eyes lit up. “Yang Hao’s actions today were arrogant and domineering, trying to extort us without reason. They ought to pay a price.”

He glanced at Zhao Jun and Zhao Bochao, and together they quickly approached Yang Hao’s group.

Under the furious, venomous glares of Yang Hao and his companions, they removed the storage pouches from their bodies and emptied all the pills, spirit stones, and treasures into their own pockets.