Chapter 160: Surge of Killing Intent!

In the stable at this moment, a young man dressed in regal attire and emanating an imposing presence was attempting to capture Ling Feng's Black-Scaled Dragon Horse.

Despite his noble appearance, the young man's face bore several bruises that even thick makeup couldn't completely conceal.

With fervent eyes, he gazed at the Black-Scaled Dragon Horse and chuckled, "Heroes deserve noble steeds. This horse is the prized steed I, Jia Lang, have long yearned for!"

As it turned out, this person was none other than Jia Lang, the second young master of the Jia Family, whom Ling Feng had encountered in the treasure pavilion a few weeks ago.

After being apprehended by the city lord's guards, Jia Lang received a severe beating, only escaping quickly due to the hefty sum paid by the Jia family.

Several servants, dressed in household attire, nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the Young Master is truly fortunate. This horse is undoubtedly a gift from the heavens!"

"Don't you understand that taking things without permission constitutes theft?" Ling Feng arrived, admonishing the group of "horse thieves" from a distance.

"Who dares to accuse our young master of theft?"

Before Jia Lang could speak, one of his lackeys turned arrogantly, noticing Ling Feng's presence. Seeing only a youngster, he rolled up his sleeves and cursed, "Fuck you! You dare disrupt the Second Young Master's plans? Seems like you’ve grown tired of living!"

"

Oh?

It seems to me it's you who's growing impatient," Ling Feng remarked, folding his arms casually. "Mr. Jia, what a coincidence that we meet again."

"

Hmm?

" While being mesmerized by Ling Feng's Black-Scaled Dragon Horse, Jia Lang suddenly recognized the voice and turned around, stunned in place.

"Young Master, shall I deal with this brat for you?" A malicious servant by Jia Lang's side smirked. "For this kid to catch your eye with this black horse is his lucky day. If he dares to be disrespectful, I'll finish him off with a single blow!

Haha...

"

Pak!

Before the servant could finish, Jia Lang interrupted him with a sharp slap, sending him flying with blood streaming from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, leaving the Jia family's servants dumbfounded.

Second Young Master, what madness has taken over you?

"Ling Feng, it's you!" Jia Lang narrowed his eyes, locking onto Ling Feng.

With each lash inflicted upon him by the guards in the prison, his hatred towards Ling Feng deepened by another notch.

He wished nothing more than to feast on Ling Feng's flesh and drink his blood to his heart's content!

"Seems like you still haven't learned your lesson," Ling Feng remarked calmly, disregarding Jia Lang's murderous glare. "This is my horse. I suggest you retract your filthy hands."

"Your horse? So what?"

Jia Lang gritted his teeth, locking his gaze onto Ling Feng. "Now, I've taken a liking to your horse and want to buy it! Consider it your good fortune!"

Signaling to a servant beside him, the servant produced a bag of crystal coins and flung it at Ling Feng's feet. "Kid, you're lucky. This bag contains five hundred crystal coins. Take it!"

As he spoke, the servant wore a smug expression, as if Ling Feng had just won the lottery.

Bang!

Ling Feng's foot crushed the bag of crystal coins, causing it to burst open. With a flick of his finger, the lackey standing beside Jia Lang spurted blood, staggering back and crashing into the wall, his eyes rolling back as he fainted.

"How dare you!"

"Insolent!"

Witnessing Ling Feng's audacity, the group of lackeys accompanying Jia Lang took a menacing step forward, brandishing their weapons and shouting in unison.

"Jia Lang, it seems you've forgotten your lesson. Do you crave another taste of prison food?"

Ling Feng sneered. Last time, out of respect for Jia Lang's father, he spared his life. But if Jia Lang continued to be insolent, Ling Feng wouldn't hesitate to act ruthlessly this time.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I could have overlooked this matter. But now that you've brought it up, I'm itching to skin you alive!" Jia Lang seethed with rage, trembling from head to toe. "Do you think you're so impressive just because you're a guest of the Cangqiong Sect? You're nothing but a dog! I don’t fear you!"

Surrounded by his lackeys and with a hidden expert of the Transformation Realm in the shadows, Jia Lang felt confident that Ling Feng wouldn't dare to lay a finger on him.

"I won't let you have what I can't get!"

With these words, Jia Lang drew a dagger from his waist and raised it high, aiming to stab viciously at the head of the Black-Scaled Dragon Horse.

"You dare!"

With a surge of power, the Eradicator of Realms materialized in Ling Feng's hand. His figure moved like lightning, employing the Boundless Sword Steps to step forward and intercept the dagger in Jia Lang's hand.

Clang!

At that moment, a figure cloaked in dark blue streaked out from the side, intercepting Ling Feng's sword mid-swing.

Their blades clashed, unleashing a powerful surge of sword qi that pushed Ling Feng back several steps. The concealed expert guarding Jia Lang wavered momentarily, their expression turning grave as they focused on Ling Feng.

Neigh!

With Ling Feng's sword deflected by the mysterious figure, Jia Lang's dagger had pierced through the head of the Black-Scaled Dragon Horse. With a final mournful neigh, the majestic creature collapsed to the ground, its life extinguished.

A glint of murderous intent flashed in Ling Feng's eyes as he uttered coldly, "Jia Lang, sparing you last time was a mistake!"

"

Hmph,

today I have a Transcendent Realm expert protecting me. What can you do?" Jia Lang sneered, his expression smug. "I wouldn't dare harm you myself, but seeing you in such a state of frustration brings me joy,

hahaha!

"

"You shouldn't have provoked me again!" Ling Feng took a deep breath, his aura gradually becoming denser with murderous intent.

The servants of the Jia family all paled, their faces filled with horror at the terrifying aura, which sent shivers down their spines. It was like plunging into an icy abyss.

"Your skills are impressive," the Transformation Realm expert guarding Jia Lang acknowledged with a respectful bow, his hands clasped together. He spoke solemnly, "My young master acted out of ignorance and unwittingly offended you, Sir. I, Jia Song, humbly apologize and seek your forgiveness."

Jia Song then retrieved a stack of crystal bills from his bosom and, with an apologetic tone, offered, "Here are one hundred thousand crystal coins. I hope this can settle this matter, Sir, and I humbly ask for your forgiveness."

"You better step aside!"

The Eradicator of Realms in Ling Feng's hand faintly glowed with a dark red light.

"

Um...

" Jia Song furrowed his brows. This young master was accustomed to mischief, daring to provoke anyone.

Although Jia Song seemed to have the upper hand in the recent exchange with Ling Feng, Ling Feng only took a few steps back after being caught off guard. It demonstrated Ling Feng's terrifying inner energy.

"Jia Song, what are you afraid of? What can that kid do? You're a master at the Transformation Realm; why fear him?"

Jia Lang smirked smugly. "I suggest that you, Godlike Physician Ling, take the money and leave. Don't embarrass yourself here!"

"You're not worthy of living in this world!"

With a cold glare, Ling Feng's killing intent erupted instantly as he viciously swung his sword.