Chapter 73: If I wish to destroy you, not even heaven and earth dare intervene!

“Big brother, we were wrong, please spare us…”

“Big brother, your skills are invincible, I truly admit defeat…”

“Big brother, I have an eighty-year-old mother and an eight-year-old child at home—please, I beg you to spare my life…”

Though the seven or eight bodyguards could hardly believe it, the reality before their eyes left them no room for denial: their group was utterly powerless in this man’s presence. In such a situation, begging for mercy was the only way to survive.

Once they regained their wits, they all fell to their knees, weeping and snot-nosed, pleading pitifully with great conviction.

Chen Yufeng looked at these henchmen, a trace of mockery flickering across his face. “Spare your lives? You say it so lightly. Weren’t you all having the time of your lives beating me up just now? Am I supposed to let you off after that?”

In fact, when he was assaulted earlier, he had already activated the Vajra Arhat Body. The blows of his assailants had barely made an impact—he felt nothing, not even a hint of pain. All of this was just a game to him, a show designed to humiliate and trample them, acquiring reward points in the process.

“Big brother, we were wrong…”

Hearing Chen Yufeng’s words, the bodyguards shuddered, cold sweat pouring from their brows as they kowtowed desperately.

These flunkies, acting as Zhao Tianlong’s lackeys, had obviously done many wicked deeds and were more than deserving of their fate. Yet Chen Yufeng was no righteous judge; their bullying wasn’t his concern. Still, after the beating they had just given him, he certainly would not let them off easily.

But he wasn’t about to take their lives.

After some thought, an idea occurred to Chen Yufeng, and he gazed at them with a wicked grin. “I suddenly have a craving to hear the crackling of firecrackers. Can you grant me this wish?”

“Ah? Oh, yes…”

One of the quicker-witted bodyguards immediately understood, and without hesitation began slapping himself across the face. Led by his example, the others followed suit, each raining slaps upon his own cheeks, the sound echoing through the air.

“Keep it rhythmic,” Chen Yufeng teased, immensely satisfied.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Desperate to stay alive, the eight bodyguards held nothing back, furiously slapping themselves dozens of times until their faces were swollen and distorted.

Seeing that their faces were a battered mess, Chen Yufeng decided he’d taught them enough of a lesson. After all, they were only henchmen. He waved his hand dismissively and said, “Given your newfound enlightenment, I’ll spare your lives today. Now get lost!”

“Yes, yes, thank you, big brother, thank you for sparing us…”

The bodyguards scrambled to express their gratitude, then fled in panic. Their opponent’s strength was overwhelming, and with his apparent ability to control firearms, he was no longer someone they could hope to challenge—a veritable monster. They could only accept their fate. To have survived was already a stroke of luck.

Zhang Zhendong and his family of three watched this scene unfold, startled but secretly delighted, their admiration for Chen Yufeng deepening. Truly, every villain meets his match!

Zhao Tianlong had also witnessed the entire episode, left momentarily stunned. Once he recovered, he hurried into the villa and emerged with a gun. Seeing Chen Yufeng approaching, he was terrified, but emboldened by the weapon in his hand, he shouted, “You little punk, die!”

In truth, Zhao Tianlong was merely grasping at straws. Earlier, the bodyguards’ guns had all jammed inexplicably—a fact he’d noticed—and he suspected supernatural interference. Still, he reasoned, just because his opponent could control pistols didn’t mean he could do the same with a rifle.

But to his horror, when he pulled the trigger, the expected hail of bullets failed to erupt. The gun jammed, just as the pistols had before, and not a single shot was fired.

Before Zhao Tianlong could try again, Chen Yufeng seized him by the throat with a massive hand, lifting him off the ground.

“My friend, wait, let’s talk this out. I’ll give you anything—just name your price.”

“I want your life.”

“You… Hmph, I doubt you have the ability. Who could possibly take my life?”

Zhao Tianlong’s neck was gripped so tightly he could barely breathe. Yet, oddly, his panic vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a look of disdain.

“Fool, do you really think you can kill me?”

With a casual flick of his hand, Chen Yufeng slapped him several times, then tossed him to the ground and ground his foot into Zhao Tianlong’s face, his voice cold and unyielding. “Now that you’ve provoked me, no one under heaven can save you. If I want you dead, even the gods would not dare intervene.”

“Young man, you’re far too naïve. Hahaha…”

Zhao Tianlong remained unusually calm, as though relying on some unseen support.

Bang!

Just as he finished speaking, Chen Yufeng suddenly felt a powerful blow strike his back—a force so overwhelming it sent his blood surging chaotically and nearly caused him to spit blood.

“My dog is not yours to kill at will.”

Chen Yufeng turned to see a figure appear out of thin air—a man clad in silver robes and wearing a silver wolf mask that completely concealed his face. Judging by the voice, it was definitely a man.

What incredible power! Could this be one of those reclusive masters, hidden away in the mountains, now descended into the world? Chen Yufeng was inwardly shaken.

It was no wonder—he was still under the protection of the Vajra Arhat Body, his skin as hard as bronze and iron, yet this man had nearly made him cough blood with a single blow. The strength was terrifying.

He had thought that with the Vajra Arhat Body, he would be unbeatable. Yet so soon he had encountered such a formidable opponent.

Chen Yufeng couldn’t help but wonder: did those rumors of hidden clans, ancient martial arts masters, and cultivators actually hold truth?

No wonder Zhao Tianlong had been so fearless—with such a powerful backer, he had every reason to feel untouchable.

“Lord Silver Wolf…” Zhao Tianlong called out, visibly excited.

“Address me as Master. Remember your place. You are nothing but a dog I keep. Do you understand?”

Silver Wolf seemed displeased. With a wave of his hand, a crimson handprint appeared on Zhao Tianlong’s face, blood spurting wildly.

“Aaah!” Zhao Tianlong screamed in pain. Despite his resentment, he dared not show it.

Before others, he was arrogant and untouchable, a giant whose word was law. Only he knew the truth of his precarious position—his life could be snuffed out at any moment.

To maintain his status—second only to one, above all others—he had no choice but to grit his teeth and submit. “Yes, Master, I understand.”

“An air strike? Was that an air strike?” Watching the technique, Chen Yufeng was stunned. This was truly a master. As he marveled inwardly, Silver Wolf spoke.

“Little insect, you’ve injured my dog. Now, what do you think should be done?”

Though his face was hidden, Chen Yufeng could feel the man’s utter contempt, as if he was not even worth a glance.