Lowering his head slightly, Yin Zhiyuan's eyes flashed.
As the head of the Yin Residence, Yin Zhiyuan's strength and temperament were both beyond the reach of ordinary people.
So what if he knelt down?
In this place, there were only him, Yin Cong, and Lin Feng. There was no fourth person. Even if he knelt down, he would not lose his so-called 'face' as the head of the family. Yin Zhiyuan was fully aware of Lin Feng's strength. It was definitely not something he could contend against at his level. Even if he used all his strength, he would only be a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Even people as strong as Hong Zhan and You Ming were killed, let alone a mere beginner level Saint.
If Lin Feng wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as flipping his hand. In front of such an expert, escaping was even more of a joke.
Since this path did not work, he could only take another path!
If the hard way did not work, he would use the soft way.
The difference in strength could not be made up. He could also see through Lin Feng's methods. He was firm, resolute, and straightforward. This kind of martial artists were usually tough, but … their weakness was most likely their 'heart'. They were tough on the outside but soft on the inside. They valued relationships and loyalty.
This could be seen from how Lin Feng completely ignored everything in order to save this woman.
Anger for a woman!
Yin Cong had already run out of ideas. His naked body felt 'cold' for the first time. It was a coldness that came from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, Lin Feng's aura was completely exposed. An extremely dense killing intent covered everything. The blood-red light in his eyes was not as benevolent as Yin Zhiyuan had 'gambled' on.
From the beginning, Yin Cong's ending was already decided.
"Die!" Lin Feng's eyes shone with an extremely cold light. In his self state, his eyes shone as if a crack had opened in the sky. An extremely dense power accompanied by an austere aura flew towards Yin Cong like a fiery red sparrow.
It was formless but extremely terrifying power!
Chi! Yin Cong's mouth was wide open. His eyes were extremely dazed.
That was a power that far exceeded the limits of human martial artists. Lin Feng floated in the air. The austere aura in his eyes shone brilliantly.
"Peng!" Yin Cong's head instantly exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.
Yin Zhiyuan, who was beside him, only felt a terrifying aura descend upon him. Just as he was shocked, blood had already splattered all over his face, and his lifeless expression was completely unaware of what had just happened. However, there was one thing he was sure of, and it was that the aura of his only son, Yin Cong, had already been obliterated.
He was completely and utterly dead!
He had been killed right under his nose!
"Bang!" The headless body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
It was extremely quiet.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
Yin Zhiyuan was still kneeling on the ground, but his expression changed drastically. He was completely caught off guard. He was so close to him, but he didn't even know how his son died. He only felt a terrifying aura descend, bringing with it an austere aura. It was already over.
…
There was no mercy.
There was no sympathy at all.
"You reap what you sow." Lin Feng's voice was cold as ice.
He floated in the air, and the intense radiance in his eyes had already disappeared. What Yin Zhiyuan didn't know was that Lin Feng hadn't even used his true trump card against the Senior Law Enforcer of the ancient race, Lei Xiong. This was the first time he used the 'bestowment' ability of the 70% Saint Empress' eyes!
If it was just a small matter, perhaps he could still let it go.
However, what Yin Cong had committed was an unforgivable crime!
He dared to have designs on Qin Qianqian, and even used such despicable means. This had completely touched Lin Feng's reverse scale.
The reverse scale of a dragon!
Who could tolerate this? Who could tolerate this?!
"Everyone has the right to punish such a perverted thief." Lin Feng's gaze was cold as he looked at Yin Zhiyuan. "Because of your indulgence, this situation has resulted in today's situation. As a father, you have an unshirkable responsibility. Break one of your arms, and I will let you live."
"Otherwise …" Lin Feng's eyes shot out, "I will kill you as well!"
It was an undisguised threat.
Facing a Saint was like stepping on an ant.
Lin Feng's words made Yin Zhiyuan's face turn pale, and his body trembled. He had just experienced the pain of losing his son, and now another order came. Yin Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, but he knew that Lin Feng wouldn't lie.
Should he fight to the death, take revenge for his son, and preserve his last bit of self-respect?
Or should he … submit?
"Thank you, senior!" Yin Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, and a radiance flashed in his eyes, carrying a trace of decisiveness. In an instant, a cold radiance fell, accompanied by a crisp sound. Crack! His left arm fell to the ground with a trace of blood. Yin Zhiyuan's face turned pale.
He had chosen to protect himself.
"Hua!" Lin Feng's eyes flashed.
"What a formidable person. You are indeed worthy of being the clan leader." Although he was surprised by Yin Zhiyuan's decisiveness, he was also slightly impressed. This decisiveness was definitely not something an ordinary person could do. His son had just been killed, and he was threatened to cut off one of his arms to save his life. An ordinary martial artist would have long lost his rationality. However, Yin Zhiyuan was flexible, and his courage and state of mind were extremely strong.
If this person was left alive, he would definitely be a disaster!
Originally, he wanted to infuriate him so that he could get rid of him.
But …
He didn't expect Yin Zhiyuan to be so shrewd.
"Alright." Lin Feng's expression was calm. He muttered, "Every injustice has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Since Yin Cong is dead, this matter will come to an end. From now on, we will not interfere with each other's business." Lin Feng looked at Yin Zhiyuan with burning eyes, and his voice was cold. "But … if you don't give up, you won't be so lucky next time."
Since things had already come to this, he naturally couldn't go back on his words.
"Now … get lost immediately!" Lin Feng looked at Qin Qianqian, who was already burning and panting, and shouted.
If it wasn't for Yin Zhiyuan kneeling, he would have already killed him.
Similarly, he would also flatten the entire Yin Residence to avenge Qianqian.
However, the Yin Residence's martial artists were indeed innocent.
"Thank you, Senior." Yin Zhiyuan's expression was extremely unsightly. It was a mixture of green and white. It was as if his heart was in pain, but it was unknown if it was because of the pain of losing his arm or his son. Glancing at Yin Cong's remains, Yin Zhiyuan's heart was broken into pieces. He clenched his remaining right fist tightly, and his entire body trembled as he left.
He was deeply unwilling!
Even more so, he hated Lin Feng to the bone!
However, what could he do?
In the Dou Ling World, the strong were respected. Even if he was a Saint, he was superior and omnipotent in the eyes of ordinary people.
However, there was always a mountain higher than another.
In order to survive, in order to take revenge, he could only forcefully endure this. Yin Zhiyuan supported the entire clan with his own body. What kind of situation had he not seen before? A real man knew when to yield and when to stand tall. Even if his heart was in pain, even if Lin Feng was as powerful as the heavens, but …
"Lin Feng, I will definitely take revenge for my son and my arm!" Yin Zhiyuan's eyes were bloodshot.
…
Looking at the departing figure, Lin Feng's eyes were bright.
How could he not know what Yin Zhiyuan was thinking? It was not difficult to estimate his temperament.
After today's battle, even if he didn't destroy the Yin Residence, the Yin Residence's reputation had been destroyed by him. In addition, he had lost an arm and killed his only son. As the patriarch and father, if Yin Zhiyuan could swallow this, he would not have become a Saint.
As a Saint, his temperament must be extremely firm.
It was only a matter of time before he sought revenge. It was also inevitable.
However, so what?
The current him did not care about this kind of 'revenge' at all. He could let Yin Zhiyuan go today. In the future, he would also have the means and ability to completely destroy Yin Zhiyuan! The current him was no longer the ignorant kid who had just stepped into the Vermillion Bird Continent. He already possessed true strength!
The strength to control his own fate.
"Take care of yourself," Lin Feng said softly.
He did not care about a mere Yin Zhiyuan. If he dared to find trouble with him, only death would await him.
Right now, there was only one thing left.
In an instant —
"Whoosh!" Lin Feng's figure flashed and appeared beside Qin Qianqian. Looking at the beautiful body and smelling the familiar fragrance, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a gentle light. He gently hugged the hot and hot body and muttered, "A girl changes eighteen times between childhood and womanhood."
The current Qin Qianqian was no longer the little girl of the past. The naivety on her face had disappeared and was replaced by a beautiful temperament.
It was like a budding flower that was about to bloom. Now, it was blooming brilliantly. She was big and thin. Her skin was lustrous and elastic. Her perfect figure was rather proud under the starry armor. Her appearance was even better than a few years ago. The current Qianqian was not much inferior to Yumo.
However …
"I didn't expect to see you again." Lin Feng smiled calmly.
Back then, when he saved Qianqian, she was also drugged like this. The gears of time seemed to have overlapped again.
… … …
It was quite luxurious to have a Saint bodyguard.
With Hong Ling guarding, Lin Feng did not need to worry about anything else.
Reuniting with Qianqian after a long separation was better than being newly married. Hugging the familiar body and smelling the enchanting fragrance, his heart was filled with indescribable warmth. Holding the plump softness, the touch of skin was like a rope that was slowly ignited. In the small house of the Yuan Cong Pavilion, under the stimulation of the drug, a man and a woman hugged each other tightly, greedily absorbing each other, endlessly demanding …
… … …
(This episode is about to end. Officially entering the last volume of the Dou Ling World, 'The Battle of the Pinnacle'.)
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