Chapter 133: Ruthless in Judgment—Those Who Offend Me Shall Die!

Nine o’clock at night.

On the rooftop.

Chen Yufeng sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for the person who had come to send him to his death...

He had just used his Divine Calculation skill to cast a divination—an assassin was coming to kill him.

So he had prepared everything in advance, ready to turn the tables once the killer arrived.

Sure enough, not long after, two figures appeared on the rooftop diagonally opposite.

They were Huang Yong and the assassin Li Yidao.

Panting heavily, Huang Yong gasped for breath. He had been sprinting all the way to keep up with Li Yidao’s pace, utterly exhausted. Looking at Li Yidao, he couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up in admiration:

“Still, Dao Shen, you’re incredible. How did you sense that kid’s location? I really admire you.”

Li Yidao had a signature killing style: a single stroke to end a life.

He never confronted his targets head-on; his blade always flew from behind, and the target never lived to see it coming.

Following Kong Zetao’s orders, of course he wouldn’t kill Chen Yufeng outright.

That would be too easy.

They intended to cripple the boy, to make him helpless as he watched the woman he loved be violated by others.

That was the greatest revenge.

Seeing Li Yidao’s murderous intent rising, Huang Yong trembled as he hurriedly warned:

“Brother Dao Shen, please spare that kid’s life — just cripple his hands.”

Death!

Li Yidao ignored his plea, not even glancing his way or uttering a single word of nonsense.

To him, killing was always a one-hit death with no survivors. Killing was as simple as slaughtering pigs or dogs.

A chilling gleam of killing intent flashed in Li Yidao’s eyes.

In the next instant, a throwing knife materialized in his hand. He toyed with it a few times before flicking it—whoosh!—it streaked toward its prey like a cold gleam of light.

The aim appeared to be at the target’s head.

At that moment, a strange scene unfolded.

Chen Yufeng, who had been sitting perfectly still on the rooftop, suddenly leapt up.

Like a coiled leopard ready to pounce.

His explosive jump was astonishingly powerful. In the blink of an eye, he sprang onto the roof, then bounded several steps, using the high-voltage power lines midair to vault swiftly onto the rooftop diagonally opposite.

During this, Li Yidao had already hurled three throwing knives in succession.

Yet what baffled him was that not a single knife hit its mark. Chen Yufeng’s dodging speed was unbelievably fast—faster than lightning.

“No… how is this possible?”

Shh—

The next moment, Li Yidao was met with a burst of crimson flames. Before he could even react or utter a sound, he was incinerated into ashes amid deep terror.

This bizarre scene terrified Huang Yong so much that he collapsed to the ground in a daze.

Just moments ago, he had tried to shoot, but fate was cruel—his weapon jammed at the crucial moment.

He couldn’t understand why.

He had thought this time was foolproof, that failure was impossible, but the outcome was the exact opposite.

The assassin who had filled him with dread was utterly powerless before this man.

Now that was truly terrifying.

The impact of just a moment ago was overwhelming. This person was clearly not an ordinary man; the word “superhuman” barely did him justice.

No human could jump with such impossible force.

No human could move faster than lightning.

No human could conjure flames from their palm and instantly reduce another to ashes.

Fear gripped him deeply as he recalled Chen Yufeng’s earlier words: Don’t think of taking revenge by any means. Otherwise, I will make you vanish from the Earth forever.

He had thought those were empty threats.

Now he knew the other side possessed that power—and wielded it decisively and mercilessly.

Ridiculous. How had he gotten involved with such a monster? It was all that damned Kong Zetao’s fault, dragging him into this mess.

“Where is Kong Zetao?”

Chen Yufeng spoke coldly, not wasting a word.

Before him, Huang Yong trembled uncontrollably, drenched in cold sweat, utterly terrified. After a long pause, he stammered:

“He… he’s at Liutelin’s place. I already told you—please spare me...”

“I warned you all along—there’s only one chance. Why don’t you know how to cherish it?”

“No…”

Amid Huang Yong’s deep terror, a ball of red flames struck him, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished into thin air, not a trace left behind.

In a flash, two people had been wiped out, leaving no evidence on the scene.

Chen Yufeng disliked losing his temper because whenever he did, it meant someone would pay with permanent disappearance.

But some people liked to invite suffering—if not eliminated, they would harass relentlessly, disturbing one’s peace.

He would never go easy on such people.

Killing had once been unthinkable for Chen Yufeng, but after all the incredible feats he’d performed since gaining the Divine Plate, his mindset had shifted. He no longer considered himself an ordinary man.

Since someone insisted on coming to die—

Then kill!

No matter who they were!

Chen Yufeng immediately activated a teleportation skill, aiming directly for Liutelin’s home...

Meanwhile.

Inside Liutelin’s chamber, an intensely passionate scene was unfolding. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed.

The potent aphrodisiac had shattered her reason. She had torn her blue gown to shreds, leaving her clad only in a scant three-piece set, revealing snow-white smooth skin as she writhed seductively.

Soft moans escaped her lips, intoxicating and alluring.

“This drug really works. Bitch, I’m coming.”

By the bedside, Kong Zetao could no longer restrain himself. Flames of desire blazed over his body as he stripped off every last stitch.

Just as he prepared to push this exquisite beauty onto the bed and indulge, a sudden slap landed on his back.

Startled, he whipped his head around to see a familiar face—one he never expected to see.

Kong Zetao’s complexion froze, disbelief written all over him:

“You… you’re still alive? No, this can’t be!”

Smack—

A resounding slap hit Kong Zetao’s already battered face, twisting it grotesquely.

He gawked at Chen Yufeng, unable to believe it.

Just two minutes ago, he had received Huang Yong’s triumphant report: the prey was dealt with.

How could this man suddenly appear here?

It made no sense. Even with such a formidable assassin hired, how could they fail to kill this kid?

What kind of monster was this?

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