Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 144 Wang Yao, the Ruthless Character (Fourth Update)

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 Wang Yao, the Ruthless Character (Fourth Update)

"Ah! I, the Young City Lord, will exterminate your Nine Clans, you useless trash! I should have killed all your families back then!" Leng Feng roared like a crazed beast, his face contorted with fury, as he bellowed behind him.

He then suddenly turned back, facing the approaching blood-colored flame, hurriedly leapt from his unicorn, and "thud" knelt on the ground, continuously bashing his forehead against the floor. "I was wrong! Please forgive me! Don’t kill me! I was wrong!" His forehead was immediately stained red with blood.

This scene delighted Wang Yao, the fat man watching from behind; this brute had beaten his son to a breath away from death just because his son had glanced at his woman. And just a moment ago, he had sent men to beat him half to death—now this brute was meeting his fate!

In an instant, Wang Yao was overwhelmed with emotion; he never imagined that the man who had driven him to this extremity would be the one to vent his pent-up frustration.

"Hahaha, serves him right, he dared to be arrogant in front of Young Master Feng," a disdainful sneer echoed from the tavern, as if they had caused Leng Feng’s downfall themselves.

"Shush, keep your voice down. If Shi Feng is truly merciful and spares Leng Feng, you’ll suffer in the future! Even if Leng Feng dies, if his father Leng Xin learns that you mocked his son right before his death, he will flay you alive."

Naturally, Leng Feng could no longer survive. The dragons have a reverse scale, touch it and you shall die. His mother, his sister, they were Shi Feng’s reverse scales.

Shi Feng approached Leng Feng, who continued kneeling and kowtowing before him. Suddenly, his entire body burst into blood-colored flames. "Ah!" Screams erupted from within the flames, wailing terribly like a fierce ghost dropped into boiling oil, sending chills down people’s spines.

Everyone who heard these screams gasped, pondering the immense torment required to produce such heart-wrenching screams.

Yet the screams continued unabated, and the blood-colored flames consuming Leng Feng seemed to burn ever more fiercely. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Father, save me, Father!"

"Ah! Kill... kill me, please, Young Master Feng... Ah..." Leng Feng kept crying out miserably, now begging Shi Feng for a merciful death—such was the torment and agony worse than death.

Behind Leng Feng, the Black-armored Iron Cavalry, who had initially approached ferociously with stern faces, had now leapt off their warhorses, a hundred men kneeling on the ground, heads bowed deeply, touching the ground as they waited for Shi Feng’s judgment.

Shi Feng withdrew the blood-colored flame back into his body, yet the flame on Leng Feng continued to burn, prolonging his unbearable torment.

"Leng Xin comes to plead guilty!" From the end of the street, a sorrowful shout suddenly rang out, and people turned toward the sound to see a brawny, bare-chested man in black trousers, carrying a bundle of thorns on his back, running toward them.

"Is that man..." Staring at the suddenly appearing brawny man, someone exclaimed, "Am I seeing things wrong, that’s Western Wasteland City’s City Lord Leng Xin!"

"Indeed it is City Lord Leng Xin. Usually, we see him so imposing, with a face full of authority. To see him in such a sorrowful state is quite the contrast. This Leng Xin, rumored to be a Nine-star Martial King, is truly a force to be reckoned with!"

"Hmph." Someone scoffed disdainfully, "He’s only imposing depending on who he’s dealing with. Of course, he appears imposing before us common folk, but consider who his son has offended—none other than the evil demon Shi Feng!"

"This is naturally not for you to say. Young Master Feng is truly formidable, if one day I could be as majestic as him, just like him for a day, then my life would have been worth living."

Leng Xin, bare-chested and carrying a bundle of thorns on his back, made his way through the ranks of Black-armored Iron Cavalry and arrived at the forefront. With a thud, he knelt before Shi Feng, deeply bowed his head, and cried out in grief, "Western Wasteland City Lord Leng Xin failed to teach his son properly, offending Young Master Feng. I am guilty and hereby plead guilty!"

"Ah! Dad! Save me! Ah!" In the midst of the blood-colored flames, the pitiful cries for help from Leng Feng rang out.

"You unfilial son!" Leng Xin shouted angrily at the blood-colored flames, "You blind fool, offending Young Master Feng, you deserve to die! Don’t call me dad, I now disown you as a son."

"Ah! No, Dad, save me! Ah!" The heart-wrenching screams escalated one after another.

"What... what kind of fire is this, it’s been burning... for so long and still hasn’t... killed him." People in the tavern said with trembling voices.

"If it were me, I’d rather die sooner; the agony he must be suffering. Just hearing Leng Feng’s voice makes my skin crawl."

"How fortunate I am that Young Master Feng is so magnanimous to have spared me!" Zhang Han, the previously valiant man, still spoke with lingering fear as he looked at Shi Feng in the black robe.

Shi Feng looked down at the kneeling Leng Xin, his voice icy, "You are at least sensible, but your son must die!"

"Yes, yes!" Leng Xin hastily kowtowed, "This evil child deserves death, he must die!"

Then Shi Feng looked back at Wang Yao, his voice indifferent, "This man’s life or death is entirely up to you."

Hearing Shi Feng’s words, Wang Yao was shocked. Leng Xin, a Nine-star Martial King Realm powerhouse, was someone he used to look up to; now, his fate was in his own hands.

Upon hearing Shi Feng’s words, Leng Xin quickly kowtowed to Wang Yao, "Please, my lord, spare my life!"

Wang Yao felt the whole world turn surreal, a Nine-star Martial King Realm powerhouse, actually calling him lord and begging for his life. For a moment, Wang Yao felt as though he had returned to his days in Moon City, his demeanor suddenly becoming lofty again. With a wave of his hand, he coldly ordered, "Kill!" Wang Yao had always been a ruthless character.

What a joke, his own son had been tortured like that by his son, just yesterday his son had also knelt and begged Leng Feng, who was overbearingly aggressive, and today was excessive in oppression. The pitiful state of Leng Xin now was solely because Shi Feng was present; who could guarantee that he wouldn’t seek revenge if Shi Feng were to leave one day.

Therefore, one must not harbor any sympathy; this man must not be spared!

If he had the strength and had tormented Leng Feng to this extent, Leng Xin would have surely tortured him to death!

As Wang Yao’s command "Kill!" fell, the Bloodthirsty Sword appeared in Shi Feng’s hand. Then, Shi Feng turned around, suddenly seeing Leng Xin’s fiercely determined expression. His right hand turned into a claw, gathering the entire force of the Nine-star Martial King Realm into his claw, further burning his lifebound essence, his power almost bursting to the Peak of Nine-star Martial King, just a hair’s breadth away from the Power of Martial King, clawing towards his own chest.