Chapter Twelve: A Night Assault on the Shen Family!

"Young master, you must be careful at all times," Wang Fu said worriedly.

Wang Bao and Liu Hu had already received pointers from Qin Feng and were now exclusively cultivating the Thunder Breathing Technique. Seeing their young master risking his life, they silently resolved to train even harder, determined to clear all obstacles for him in the future.

"Don't worry," Qin Feng replied calmly. "With my strength, unless a master above the Transformation level acts, who could possibly harm me?"

"Such arrogance!" came a cold, mocking, and disdainful voice. "Do you even know what kind of being a Transformation-level master is? If one were to strike at you, you wouldn't even withstand a single finger!"

Lei Lie, dressed in black robes, emerged from the shadows. Having just sneaked in, he overheard Qin Feng's arrogant declaration and immediately spoke out in refutation.

"It's you!" Qin Feng recognized Lei Lie instantly, his voice turning cold. He had anticipated that Chen Yunhu wouldn't let matters rest, but he hadn't expected their response to come so quickly.

"Hand over the White Orchid Fruit and the White Spirit Ginseng Fruit, and I might let you all die with your bodies intact," Lei Lie threatened, tightening his grip on his long blade, which gleamed coldly in the night.

"If you want to kill me, then be prepared to be killed yourself," Qin Feng replied, his tone icy.

"Overestimating yourself! Since you refuse to hand them over, I'll just take them myself!" Lei Lie sneered, body flashing forward, the long blade in his hand charging straight at Qin Feng. He wore a savage grin, already picturing the moment he'd slice off Qin Feng's head before his opponent even had time to react—a thought that filled him with grim satisfaction.

"Kill!" Qin Feng roared, striding forward boldly, swinging his spiked mace to envelop Lei Lie in its deadly arc and bringing it crashing down with force.

"Not good!" Lei Lie's heart trembled as the whistling wind from the mace enveloped him. In that instant, his face turned deathly pale. The strength of his opponent was far beyond his own—this was not someone he could contend with. An old hand at surviving countless battles, Lei Lie instantly realized that retreat was no longer an option. He brought his long blade up to his chest, hoping to block the attack—his only chance at survival.

With a thunderous crash, the spiked mace slammed into the blade, sending an unimaginable force surging through Lei Lie. The web between his thumb and forefinger tore open, blood streaming from his grasp as his weapon was flung away. The tremendous power hurled Lei Lie's entire body through the air, slamming him hard to the ground.

"Heh... How laughable. How utterly laughable," Lei Lie croaked, mocking himself as he felt the bones in his arms and chest shatter from the blow, his internal organs ruptured. As life ebbed away, his eyes brimmed with shock and regret. He let out a final, bitter chuckle before falling silent forever.

"Uncle Fu, Ah Hu, Ah Bao, take care of him," Qin Feng instructed Wang Fu, Liu Hu, and Wang Bao. "And until I return, hide yourselves. Don't sleep in the house."

With that, his figure vanished swiftly into the night, heading straight for the Shen family estate. His plan was to eliminate Shen Huaidong first; if time allowed, he would pay a visit to the Axe Gang and execute Chen Yunhu.

Having reached the level of Dark Power, Qin Feng's strength and speed were formidable. He raced toward the Shen family residence, guided by memory.

"Damn, I forgot to find out where Shen Huaidong lives in the estate," he realized abruptly. "No matter. I can lure him out and strike him down with a single blow, then make a swift escape."

He quickly devised his plan and continued toward the Shen household.

"Stop! Who are you?" As soon as Qin Feng approached the estate, the Shen guards intercepted him. Shen Heng and Shen Dong gripped their sword hilts, their voices sharp.

"I'm with the Third Young Master," Qin Feng replied, subtly concealing the mace behind his back.

"With the Third Young Master? Do you have proof?" Shen Dong asked, his wary gaze softening somewhat.

"Well..." Qin Feng patted his body as if searching, his face soon showing confusion. "I must have left in a hurry and forgotten it," he said, feigning embarrassment.

"No proof, no entry. Go back, or bring proof next time," Shen Dong said evenly. He was unsure of Qin Feng's identity, but remained polite.

"Gentlemen, I have urgent business with the Third Young Master. If it's delayed, I cannot bear the responsibility. Could you please inform him? Once he comes, he'll confirm who I am," Qin Feng pleaded anxiously.

"Very well. Wait here," Shen Dong agreed after a moment's thought and strode into the mansion.

"Damnable cur, if this isn't important, I'll take your head off myself," Shen Huaidong grumbled, deeply annoyed as he was roused from his concubine's bed. Arriving at the gate and seeing the dark-clad figure of Qin Feng, his irritation flared.

"What is so urgent that you have to see me?" Shen Huaidong demanded, not suspecting a thing—after all, this was the Shen estate; who would dare harm him here?

"I'm here to kill you," Qin Feng replied, raising his head. The spiked mace swung up, and he lunged at Shen Huaidong with sudden speed.

This was the Shen family estate—a veritable dragon’s lair, heavily guarded and watched over by masters of the Transformation level. He had to kill Shen Huaidong quickly and make his escape.

"It's you!" Shen Huaidong recognized Qin Feng's face, disbelief and terror flooding his features. Hadn't this man died? Was he man or ghost?

"How dare you! Protect the Third Young Master!" Shen Dong and Shen Heng were aghast. Drawing their swords, they rushed at Qin Feng—if the Third Young Master were harmed, their own deaths would surely follow.

With another thunderous blow, Qin Feng swung his mace, sending Shen Dong and Shen Heng flying. Neither was even a Clear Power practitioner; facing Qin Feng's full might, their bodies were mangled, their lives snuffed out.

"Not good! Help! Someone save me!" Shen Huaidong shrieked, running back into the courtyard. Shen Dong and Shen Heng, though not at the Clear Power level, were still robust enough to guard the gate, able to hold their own against such adversaries. Yet they'd been dispatched in an instant—how could he hope to resist? Flight was the only option.

"Die!" Qin Feng leapt after him, landing behind Shen Huaidong and bringing the mace crashing down.

"Stop!" came a thunderous roar. "If you dare harm my son, I will tear you to pieces!"

Shen Haoyin, having finished his business outside, was just returning to the main gate when he saw Qin Feng, mace raised high, ready to kill Shen Huaidong. His body surged with energy, the speed of a Transformation master unleashed to its utmost, as he raced toward Qin Feng.