Chapter Thirteen: Fierce Battle Against a Master of Internal Force

"Father, save me!"
Shen Huaidong, seeing Shen Haoyin, erupted with hope in his once desperate eyes and cried out loudly.
Boom!
Qin Feng did not hesitate for a moment; his spiked club swung down mercilessly, piercing Shen Huaidong’s neck.
"Go!"
Qin Feng gave his arm a quick jerk, freeing the club from Shen Huaidong’s body, and swiftly retreated after his successful strike, fleeing far away.
Shen Huaidong collapsed to the ground; the hope that had flared in his eyes faded rapidly, replaced by a dull gray as his breath quickly vanished.
"Ah!"
Shen Haoyin, witnessing Shen Huaidong’s death, roared in fury, snatched a long blade from the ground, and chased after Qin Feng at full speed.
"Quick, pursue him!"
"After him!"
The Shen family’s guards, hearing the commotion outside, rushed in, and upon seeing their master, quickly joined the chase.
Qin Feng unleashed his speed to the utmost, his body flickering like a trail of shadows, his figure gradually disappearing from Shen Haoyin’s sight.
"Ah!"
"No matter who you are, I will find you and tear you to pieces!"
As Shen Haoyin watched Qin Feng's silhouette fade away, rage surged in his heart, uncontainable and explosive, spilling forth in a furious roar.
"Such a vicious heart!"
"I only killed one of his kin, yet he wants to annihilate my entire family."
"My own strength is considerable; I do not fear him. But Wang Fu, Liu Hu, Wang Bao, and the parents of my predecessor are all weak, unable to withstand his onslaught."
"I brought this calamity upon myself; I must resolve it myself. Even at the cost of my life, I must slay him!"
Qin Feng suddenly halted, tightened his grip on the spiked club, and spun around, charging at Shen Haoyin.
"Seeking death, are you!"
Shen Haoyin, still furious, saw Qin Feng returning and rushing toward him. His face lit up with wild joy.
He raised his curved blade high, his body tensed, unleashing terrifying power as he lunged at Qin Feng.
Boom!
Qin Feng’s internal power erupted in full force, monstrous and overwhelming, tearing the skin at his body’s surface, exposing fresh blood.
"Kill!"
Qin Feng ignored the pain from his skin and muscles, pouring all his strength into the club, swinging it forward and sweeping away all obstacles.
"How can this be?"
"I am a master of transformative strength; how could I feel such immense pressure from behind him, even threat?"
Shen Haoyin saw Qin Feng wielding the spiked club toward him and suddenly felt a tingling at his scalp, an urge to retreat rising in his heart.
But he was already so close—only two steps away from Qin Feng—that retreat was impossible.
"I am a transformative master, the strongest beneath grandmasters!"
"How could he possibly be my match!"
Shen Haoyin roared inwardly, his curved blade slashing forward.

Though Qin Feng’s weapon was longer, the curved blade augmented by the terrifying power of a transformative master should have been enough to hurl Qin Feng away.
Boom!
The spiked club smashed hard against the curved blade, not pausing for an instant, and sent Shen Haoyin flying.
"Impossible!"
"How can this be? I am a transformative master!"
Shen Haoyin was thrown more than ten meters, crashing heavily to the ground.
Clutching his chest, his hand gripping the blade trembled uncontrollably, his eyes wide with shock and fear as he stared at Qin Feng.
"Kill!"
Qin Feng, having struck Shen Haoyin down, pressed his advantage, swiftly chasing after him.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Qin Feng swung the spiked club repeatedly, each blow sending Shen Haoyin flying.
His strength utterly crushed Shen Haoyin.
Boom!
Qin Feng struck again, sending Shen Haoyin tumbling.
Spurt!
Shen Haoyin crashed to the ground once more, but this time he was too weak to rise and continue fighting; blood streamed endlessly from his mouth.
His hand clenched the twisted long blade; he could no longer muster any strength. His arm bent at odd angles, the bones within completely shattered.
"Die!"
Qin Feng strode to Shen Haoyin’s side and brought down the spiked club with ruthless force, piercing Shen Haoyin’s body and ending his life.
Cough!
Cough!
Cough!
Qin Feng coughed violently, blood pouring from his lips.
"Transformative masters are indeed formidable!"
Qin Feng mused inwardly. He had fought Shen Haoyin with every ounce of his strength, not only tearing his skin and muscles but injuring his internal organs as well.
"Fortunately, this body has astounding recovery abilities; otherwise, these wounds would be fatal."
"Unless absolutely necessary in the future, I must not unleash all my power. Otherwise, before slaying my foe, I might kill myself."
Qin Feng crouched down and quickly searched Shen Haoyin’s body—he was, after all, a master of transformative strength, likely carrying valuable items.
Qin Feng tore clothing from Shen Haoyin, bundled up the items he found, and prepared to leave.
"This is the place."
"Someone saw the master chasing here just now."
"Hurry!"

"Hurry!"
The Shen family’s guards and strongmen pressed onward in pursuit.
Shen Qing, Shen Hong, Shen Feiyu, and Li Hongwei—four dark force warriors, thirteen bright force warriors, and more than thirty ordinary fighters—quickly closed in.
When they spotted Qin Feng’s silhouette, they gradually approached him.
"Is that Big Brother?"
Shen Qing’s eyes fell upon the corpse lying on the ground; when he recognized the familiar face, he cried out in anguish.
"What?"
"Big Brother was a master of transformative strength—how could this happen?"
Shen Hong, Shen Feiyu, Li Hongwei, and the other fighters all turned their gazes; upon seeing Shen Haoyin’s corpse, their faces showed disbelief, shock, and sorrow.
Then Shen Hong, Shen Qing, Shen Feiyu, and the others looked at Qin Feng with expressions filled with astonishment, awe, and hatred.
Shen Hong, Shen Feiyu, and Shen Qing were Shen Haoyin’s blood relatives; their hatred for Qin Feng was boundless, but they feared his strength and dared not seek revenge.
Cough.
Cough.
Cough.
Qin Feng coughed repeatedly, blood streaming from his mouth.
"He’s gravely wounded—kill him and avenge Big Brother!"
Shen Qing, seeing Qin Feng spitting blood and covered in gore, instantly concluded that Qin Feng had been severely wounded by Big Brother even as he slew him. He roared in fury and charged.
"Kill!"
"The master treated us well—avenge him!"
"Kill!"
Shen Feiyu, Shen Hong, Li Hongwei, and the other fighters’ eyes brightened. After Qin Feng killed the master, he couldn’t possibly be unscathed; certainly, he was badly wounded.
Their fear of Qin Feng diminished instantly; they roared in anger and rushed to attack.
"Kill!"
"Shen Huaidong was no good!"
"You aided a tyrant—you are just as bad and deserve death!"
Qin Feng’s murderous intent surged; he did not wish to die. The only way was to slay his foes. He roared and charged at Shen Qing.
"Die!"
Qin Feng swung the spiked club at Shen Qing.
Boom!
Shen Qing wielded a giant axe, bringing it down against the club.
He felt no fear toward Qin Feng.
After slaying Big Brother, Qin Feng must have been grievously wounded—how much strength could he still muster?