Chapter 144: Giving You Face?

Kong Tianxiang’s heart jolted as he watched his army of bodyguards get knocked down one by one in mere moments.

No matter how cunning or deep his reserves of composure were, at this moment he could not remain calm; his body trembled involuntarily.

Originally, he had thought the young man was doomed.

But the outcome was bitterly ironic—he had underestimated this person far too much.

Everyone fears death.

No matter how much power or wealth Kong Tianxiang possessed, he was still mortal. How could he not fear death?

And how could he be willing to die so easily?

Once dead, everything would be gone—women would belong to others, wealth would be enjoyed by others, all forever beyond his reach, utterly irrelevant to him.

Losing a son was heartbreaking, but one could still have more children.

At only forty or fifty years old, he was in the prime of a man’s life, the peak of his glory, with so much left to enjoy.

Facing Chen Yufeng, this devil, inching closer step by step, Kong Tianxiang felt as if the Grim Reaper had arrived. At this point, dignity and face mattered no more; before precious life, they were worthless.

*Puff—*

Fearful of death, Kong Tianxiang immediately dropped to his knees, begging for mercy:

“Little brother, please, I beg you, don’t kill me. I’ll give you whatever you want, fulfill any condition—just spare my life.”

“From the moment you decided to seek revenge on me, your fate was sealed. No one can save you now.”

Chen Yufeng approached Kong Tianxiang without expression, then pressed his foot down on his face, looking down at him from above:

“I warned you before, gave you a chance. Why didn’t you cherish it?”

“I... I was wrong, I was foolish. Please give me another chance. Whatever you want, I can provide.”

“There’s only one chance. What I want is your life.”

“No...”

Kong Tianxiang’s soul nearly fled in terror as he saw the devil poised to strike.

At that moment, a towering figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, standing before him like a mountain, blocking his path.

The newcomer was about forty years old, fierce-faced, tall and powerful, exuding an overwhelming aura that made anyone before him tremble.

Chen Yufeng sensed this was no ordinary man; a commanding presence radiated from him.

He guessed this man must be an ancient martial arts practitioner from Earth.

The middle-aged man stood before Chen Yufeng, murderous intent spilling out as he spoke in a deep voice:

“Young friend, we are of the same path. Can you grant me a favor and spare his life?”

Though his tone was polite, the deadly aura was unmistakable, laden with threat.

Kong Tianxiang, ever the cunning old fox, brightened at the man’s arrival. From his pitiful posture of begging, he quickly straightened up, brushing off the dust.

His usual proud expression returned as if his earlier humiliation had never occurred.

He quickly clasped his fists and thanked the middle-aged man:

“Thank you, Brother Zhenshan, for coming to my aid. It seems my life is not yet to end. Your arrival at this moment must be fate. I, Kong, will surely reward you richly.”

“Hmm.”

Wang Zhenshan nodded, then fixed his gaze on Chen Yufeng with tiger-like eyes, glaring fiercely:

“Young friend, this is my comrade. I ask you, for my sake, spare him.”

He knew well the temperament and skills of ancient martial arts masters—they were kings among ordinary men.

Wang Zhenshan had actually been here all along. He had witnessed the young man effortlessly defeating over three hundred bodyguards but had not acted immediately.

He waited for the crucial moment.

Now that he had intervened, Kong Tianxiang would surely be grateful and indebted to him.

Clearly, Wang Zhenshan regarded the youth who had taken down three hundred bodyguards as a formidable ancient martial arts expert, estimating his power to be between peak second star and third star of the Xuan rank.

His own strength was even greater.

Three hundred men were nothing; even a thousand or eight hundred would be equally trivial.

Wang Zhenshan was a fourth star Xuan rank ancient martial arts master in his early forties, while the opponent was only about twenty. Such talent at that age was extraordinary.

Thus, he had not acted rashly—if reconciliation was possible, better to reconcile first; if not, then fight later.

Chen Yufeng glanced at him coldly and said bluntly:

“Spare him? Are we that close?”

“Young friend, I admit your arrogance is warranted by your strength.”

Wang Zhenshan felt a bit displeased at the disrespect, his expression stern:

“You can be wild and unrestrained before these people, but recognize your position. It’s best to temper your arrogance before me. Though I cherish talent, if you’re unwise, even a genius can fall prematurely.”

“Get lost!”

Chen Yufeng was growing impatient:

“I don’t want to harm innocents today, but if you insist on blocking my way, I won’t hesitate to move my little finger.”

“Move your little finger? You mean to say you’ll knock me down with your little finger?”

Wang Zhenshan was furious at the disdain in Chen Yufeng’s words.

Arrogant!

Arrogant beyond reason.

A proud fourth star Xuan rank ancient martial arts master—normally, he didn’t need to strike; his mere aura could bring opponents to their knees.

Though he acknowledged Chen Yufeng’s talent and potential, that only meant future achievements, not current ability to challenge him.

No matter how talented, one could perish prematurely.

To claim a little finger would fell him was brazen beyond belief.

*Bang—*

In a fit of rage, Wang Zhenshan slammed his iron-like fist into the ground, creating a two-meter-wide, one-meter-deep crater.

Witnessing this, the three hundred bodyguards and several nobles present were all stunned, then erupted in astonishment.

Was this divine strength?

They could hardly believe their eyes; how could human power be so terrifying?

Today, these bodyguards and nobles had their eyes opened wide.

First, Chen Yufeng defeated over three hundred bodyguards in moments; now, Wang Zhenshan shattered the earth with a single punch.

Such things were unimaginable—none would believe it without seeing it for themselves.

They even wondered if they were still living on Earth.

Unconsciously, some began to anticipate who would prevail if these two titans clashed.

Kong Tianxiang, seeing Wang Zhenshan’s arrival, was certain his life was safe—he had absolute confidence in Wang’s strength.

He had seen this man’s power before, smashing down a two-story building with several palm strikes.

With such godlike might, Kong Tianxiang had reason to believe the youth was no match.

Ignoring the astonished crowd, Wang Zhenshan glared fiercely at Chen Yufeng and shouted:

“Boy, do you still want to challenge me?”