Chapter 140: My Background Leads Straight to the Heavenly Court

"Are you perhaps a bit too confident?"

Chen Yufeng remained unfazed, staring coldly at Kong Tianxiang. "My background reaches straight to the heavens, but for small fry like you, I hardly need to rely on it. Don't think that just because your Kong family wields immense power, you can run rampant, look down upon others, and bully people at will. There are many in this world capable of putting you in your place."

"Hmph, delusional nonsense!"

Kong Tianxiang looked at Chen Yufeng with disdain, his authority radiating like a tiger eyeing a lamb for the slaughter. He sneered, "Our Kong family’s affairs are not for you to dictate. While there are forces that could deal with us, that doesn't mean a stray dog like you has the right to challenge us. Do you think that because you’ve learned a few tricks, you can play the hero?"

"Heh, whether I am a 'stray dog' or not is not for you to judge."

Facing Kong Tianxiang’s fury, Chen Yufeng’s expression remained as calm as an ancient well. Instead, he stared back with an overbearing pressure. "I, for one, feel that I am perfectly capable of cleaning up your Kong family."

"You can clean up my Kong family? Ha! Laughable..."

Kong Tianxiang burst into laughter, feeling as though he had just heard the greatest joke in the world. The scorn on his face deepened. "Look at yourself. You are a turtle in a jar, a lamb waiting for the knife. What gives you the right to challenge me? Do you know how you are going to die?"

"If I’m not mistaken, you plan to slice me into a thousand pieces, right?"

"Indeed. At least you have the awareness of the dead."

Chen Yufeng had already caught sight of the chest filled with a thousand small blades nearby. It seemed this man was truly a ruthless character.

"Dad, stop wasting time with this brat. Just kill him."

Kong Zehao, standing to the side, had grown impatient. He stepped forward and kicked Chen Yufeng, shouting, "Kneel! Kneel before my brother’s memorial tablet. I will use your blood to sacrifice to my fallen brother!"

The kick had no effect on Chen Yufeng; in fact, Kong Zehao’s own foot throbbed with pain. Chen Yufeng didn't even bother to acknowledge him, keeping his gaze fixed on Kong Tianxiang.

"You are the head of the Kong family, right? Your eldest son provoked me first. I gave him a chance, but he didn't cherish it, so I wiped him out. I can understand you wanting to avenge your son, but I must warn you: know when to stop. Otherwise, what you lose might be much more than just a son."

"Are you threatening me? Hmph, what outrageous audacity."

Kong Tianxiang wasn't angry; he was amused, wondering if the boy had something wrong with his head. No one had ever dared to threaten him, especially not on his own turf.

Seeing that Kong Tianxiang wasn't taking his words seriously, Chen Yufeng looked at him and warned him solemnly, "I am a very reasonable person. I don't like killing, and I don't care to haggle over trifles. Before I truly lose my temper, your best option is to serve me a pot of fine tea, appease my anger, and let the matter rest."

"Otherwise, once I get angry, I cannot guarantee that your Kong family will remain on this earth."

Once this wild declaration left his lips, Kong Tianxiang undoubtedly branded him a brain-dead idiot. His arrogance was boundless, completely ignorant of the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth.

"You ignorant fool."

As Kong Tianxiang sneered, the solid gold pistol in his hand pressed firmly against Chen Yufeng’s temple. "It’s good for a young man to have character, but if your strength doesn't match your arrogance, there is only one outcome... death!"

Facing the cold muzzle, Chen Yufeng remained indifferent. Instead, he puffed out his chest, staring at him with contempt. "It’s normal for powerful people like you to be arrogant and domineering in front of ordinary folks. But if your vision is poor and you provoke someone you shouldn't without realizing it, you will only meet a tragic end—either becoming a beggar or dying."

"Are you truly not afraid of death?"

Cold light flared in Kong Tianxiang’s eyes. With a sharp click, the gold pistol was cocked, pressed tight against Chen Yufeng’s head.

"Your toy gun is quite pretty, but that is all it is—a toy."

Chen Yufeng remained unmoved. Kong Tianxiang hadn't intended to blow Chen Yufeng’s head off immediately; he wanted to slice him into a thousand pieces. He wouldn't let him off that easily. Yet, what surprised him was that even with his hands bound by four pairs of shackles, the boy showed no fear while staring down the barrel of a gun.

Seeing such calm indifference, a ripple of unease suddenly stirred in Kong Tianxiang’s heart. It defied all logic. How could anyone remain so composed facing a muzzle? Was he not afraid of death? Or did he have an ace up his sleeve? But this was the Kong family’s stronghold, with two or three hundred bodyguards outside. Even if this kid were skilled, there was no way he could escape, right?

"Brat, I don’t believe you’re not afraid of death."

Kong Zehao, having waited long enough, roared in fury and lunged forward with two small blades, aiming to stab Chen Yufeng’s chest. He wanted to kill him one cut at a time, to make him taste the agony of living hell.

Yet, in the next instant, not only did the blades fail to strike, but Kong Zehao felt a slap across his face.

*Smack!*

Kong Zehao clutched his burning cheek, staring blankly at Chen Yufeng. The kid’s hands were bound by four pairs of shackles—how could he have lashed out to slap him? He looked closer and discovered, to his horror, that the four pairs of shackles had fallen to the ground in pieces.

"H-how is this possible?"

Just before he had swung the blades, the boy had clearly been shackled. This meant that in the span of one or two seconds, he had crushed four pairs of handcuffs and lashed out to slap him? How could anyone possess such capability?

It wasn't just him; Kong Tianxiang stood stunned as well. The man had not only broken free but had shattered the steel, all in under two seconds. Even a master martial artist couldn't achieve such a feat. This level of skill...

A possibility crossed his mind, and his heart sank.

In the next moment, the still-dazed Kong Zehao received several more slaps to the face. During this, Kong Tianxiang had actually fired his gun, but the bullet was caught between Chen Yufeng’s fingers in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he had caught three bullets.

Catching bullets with his fingers?

There was no doubt—Chen Yufeng’s shocking display had stunned Kong Tianxiang, and it confirmed his worst fears.

*Thud!*

Kong Zehao collapsed to the ground, wailing in pain, blood spraying from his mouth. He had no power to fight back. As for Kong Tianxiang, after being struck by Chen Yufeng’s finger twice, he found himself unable to move, unable to even make a sound to call for help.

He could only watch, helpless, as his son was viciously slapped and stomped on by this boy. It was a slap to his own face. To have his son humiliated and trampled in front of him—such a scene had never occurred in his life.

It was a supreme humiliation. Kong Tianxiang had always been an existence like an emperor, majestic and unrivaled. Even the elites of the capital bowed before him; he had never been insulted like this. Yet now, someone was beating his son right before his eyes, and he was powerless to stop it.