"If they want to fight, let them fight. What can those people do to me? If they dare, let them come at me!"
Zhang Wuwei was not afraid at all, his eyes still burning with fighting spirit. "It's been years since I've gone all out. If a few people came to stretch my limbs, it would be even better."
The old Heavenly Master lay back in his chair, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile, "You're certainly free and easy. Look at how busy everyone under you has been recently."
The Shadow Assassin organization was not created to deal with ordinary people from the very beginning.
More accurately, the reason the Shadow Assassins could only deal with those in the Divine Realm was because their targets, from start to finish, had always been a specific group of people.
Those cultivators.
These people, in the end, achieved their Dao through martial arts or had the inheritance of Qi practitioners. They were not of the same lineage as those cultivators.
Most importantly, many of those cultivators had become arrogant due to their sudden surge in power, even proclaiming themselves as immortals and trying to harm ordinary people.
Naturally, the Heavenly Master Sect would not tolerate this.
However, over the years, the Shadow Assassins had split into two distinct departments: Shadow and Assassin.
There had even been minor conflicts between the two departments, leading to some internal friction on both sides.
For example, the Shadow department had informed Lin Xiao of Zhang Wuwei's location, prompting Lin Xiao to cause a scene there.
This was because the Shadow department knew better than anyone that Zhang Wuwei could not and would not do anything to Lin Xiao.
They had purely brought him here to annoy Zhang Wuwei.
"Originally, they should have been busy lately. If they had been idle, guys like Number Thirty-Seven, who colluded with cultivators, wouldn't have appeared. It's good to let them know that our relationship with cultivators is not exactly friendly," Zhang Wuwei snorted.
Lin Xiao killing Number Thirty-Seven did not anger him in the slightest.
His anger at the time was simply because Lin Xiao had shown no respect to him, an elder, and had caused trouble on his territory. That was why he had stepped in to teach him a lesson. As for protecting Number Thirty-Seven? He didn't have the leisure for that.
Lin Xiao had, in a way, helped him purge the sect.
"You, your temper has always been so bad. If it weren't for your temper, the position of Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Sect would have been yours back then," the old Heavenly Master shook his head.
"No, I don't want the position of Heavenly Master. Having to communicate with the authorities of Longguo all day long, and having to show up for photos and record vlogs, I can't stand it. Senior Brother, if you weren't in this position of Heavenly Master, you would have likely advanced further by now."
"This... let's not talk about it. It's all destiny, it's meant to be."
Chu Feng parked the car in the courtyard. As he got out, he simultaneously opened the rear door of the car.
The people from the Dongfang family and Ma Guobao were all accustomed to bloodshed. The moment the car door opened, the strong smell of blood entered their nostrils.
Ma Guobao squinted. Judging by the situation, that person had likely been dealt with by Chu Feng.
And the body was in this taxi.
After all, he was still a young man, his methods not ruthless enough. He failed to complete the mission and ended up dying at Chu Feng's hands. He's too inexperienced.
Ma Guobao shook his head. He had specifically asked who this intimidating-looking person was, and had heard he was a God of Killing from the Blood Hand Hall.
Such skill as a God of Killing?
Still too weak.
After all, the Blood Hand Hall was not a particularly formidable assassin organization, and the Zheng family of the capital was unwilling to invest heavily.
"Oh, this old fellow is here too. It looks like you've been rushing all the way," Chu Feng said, looking at Ma Guobao with a grin.
"You impudent child!"
Ma Guobao snorted, "If you, young man, had shown me more respect, I might have spared your life. But since your first words are so disrespectful, I will not hold back."
"Whether you hold back or not is none of my concern. Where are the people from the Dongfang family? Is it just a butler and a bunch of nobodies here?"
Chu Feng's eyes had not once landed on Ma Guobao. He was just a martial arts master, posing no threat to him.
"Chu Feng, the Patriarch has asked me to convey a message to you." The butler from the Dongfang family stepped forward and stood in front of Ma Guobao, his tone implying he was the Patriarch of the Dongfang family. "Regarding the matter of the Chu family, we were compelled. If you let it go now, we can remain on good terms. Today, we will pretend you never came."
"And if I don't?"
Chu Feng's eyes narrowed. It seemed he had come to the right place!
Since they could say such a thing, it meant that these three major families definitely knew things that other families did not. Today, he had to find the whereabouts of his five aunts!
"Then you cannot blame the Dongfang family for being heartless."
The butler raised his hand, and three martial arts masters, including Ma Guobao, immediately surrounded Chu Feng. "Today, we will root out the Chu family completely."
"For social stability, Chu Feng must die!"
The butler's words made Chu Feng burst into laughter. He looked at the three martial arts masters, and with these three alone, any one of his Ten Great Generals could easily defeat them. These three couldn't even pose a threat to his Three Thousand Dragon Guards.
"Must die"?
This was the first time he had heard such words, and it was quite amusing.
He pulled open the car door and threw the corpse of the God of Killing inside onto the ground. "Since that is the case, I can only give the Dongfang family a gift. This God of Killing from the Blood Hand Hall is a meeting gift for the Dongfang family, signifying a prosperous few hours for the Dongfang family."
"Ah!"
As soon as Yan Zhifei got out of the car, she saw the stiff corpse being thrown to the ground by Chu Feng. She and Jiang Yuan instinctively leaned against each other, their eyes filled with panic.
The chest of the corpse had a large hole, the skin and flesh torn open, but it had now turned reddish-purple, the blood having drained and dried.
Chu Feng, he killed someone?!
Yan Zhifei looked at Chu Feng's figure in a daze. How could he kill someone?
And... wasn't he afraid of death with such provocation? This was the Dongfang family! Chu Feng was alone now. He would probably become a part of this courtyard...
The image of Chu Feng lying on the ground, covered in wounds, his once mysterious and cold eyes vacant, blood flowing incessantly onto the ground, flashed through her mind...
"No, we can't let Chu Feng be so impulsive..."
Yan Zhifei said. At this moment, Jiang Yuan immediately pulled her back. "Are you crazy? In this situation, let alone you helping him, even having any connection with him in the car would get you killed!"