Chapter Fourteen: Annihilation!

Boom!

Shen Qing's massive axe crashed down on the spiked club, but his expression changed dramatically as the club transmitted a tremendous force, knocking the axe clean out of his grasp. The power that blasted the giant axe aside was overwhelming—he couldn't control it, nor could he command the weapon. The axe, carrying its terrifying force, rebounded and slammed directly into his chest.

With a wet gasp, Shen Qing staggered back three steps, then collapsed to his knees, utterly powerless. The force from the axe that struck his chest shattered his heart. He slumped to the ground, life fleeing his body in an instant.

"Kill!"

After felling Shen Qing with a single blow, Qin Feng charged at Shen Feiyu, Shen Hong, Li Hongwei, and the other martial artists. Though none among them were masters of internal force, there were still many experts of both hidden and overt strength. Individually, none of them could stand against Qin Feng, but en masse, he would have to deal with them with caution.

"Kill!"

The spiked club in Qin Feng's hands swept through the air, parrying every attack from Shen Hong, Shen Feiyu, Li Hongwei, and the rest. Qin Feng was inwardly grateful for his earlier choice of weapon: the two-meter-long club allowed him to attack freely. With every inch of extra reach came greater power.

Their weapons could not touch him, but with each sweep of his club, another foe was sent flying, their bodies pierced through by the cruel iron spikes, leaving them dead beyond hope of rescue.

"Run!"

"Flee, hurry!"

"We can't possibly defeat him!"

As Shen Hong, Shen Feiyu, and Li Hongwei fell one by one under Qin Feng's blows, the remaining ten Shen family guards lost all will to fight. Fear, dread, and terror overwhelmed them, and they retreated, fleeing toward the Shen estate.

"Kill!"

Qin Feng would not let his enemies escape. His eyes flashed with murderous intent as he unleashed his full strength and gave chase.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Qin Feng's attacks were brutally powerful; even a hidden-strength expert would be at death's door if struck. The remaining guards, at best experts in overt strength, stood no chance. They could not escape his onslaught—one by one, they fell.

"Before, when I killed a single member of the Shen family, they vowed to wipe out my entire clan!"

"Now, after I have slaughtered dozens of Shen family members, they must hate me to the core. Anyone connected to me, they will surely hunt down!"

"The Shen family cannot be allowed to survive, or I shall never know peace."

Qin Feng was about to leave, but the memory of Shen Haoyin's furious roar echoed in his mind, chilling his heart. His eyes narrowed. He searched the bodies of four hidden-strength warriors, then rushed toward the Shen estate.

"After him, quickly!"

"Search everywhere! Detain anyone suspicious!"

...

Before Qin Feng reached the Shen estate, he saw lights blazing in the distance and heard shouting. The sound of hurried, disorganized footsteps approached—a squad of guards carrying long blades came running.

"There's someone—seize him!"

A member of the squad spotted Qin Feng, gesturing with a shout.

"Yes, sir!"

Two burly men broke away, moving swiftly to surround him.

"So it is—the Shen family must not be left alive, or the consequences will be dire," Qin Feng thought, cold dread in his heart.

He was but a passerby now, yet the Shen family would not spare even a stranger. If they learned he had slaughtered dozens of their kin, their vengeance would be boundless.

"Kill!"

Cold determination filled Qin Feng. He had to eliminate every Shen family warrior. With a low growl, he charged forward.

"Be careful!"

"Something's wrong!"

Some in the squad sensed danger, shouting warnings, but it was too late. Qin Feng's movements were blindingly swift; he struck the two burly men, sending them flying. Their chests were pierced by iron spikes—dead before they hit the ground.

"Kill him!"

"Kill!"

The Shen family guards, well-trained, quickly surrounded Qin Feng, preparing to overwhelm him.

"Kill!"

Qin Feng swung his spiked club with deadly speed—anyone it touched died, those it grazed were maimed. Dozens fell in moments.

"Surround him!"

"Encircle him!"

"Wear him down—he can't last forever!"

The commotion drew more Shen family members and guards. Seeing Qin Feng beset in the middle, they shouted out orders.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Qin Feng lost himself to the battle—his mind a blank, save for the enemies before him. The club in his hands moved with unstoppable fury, felling one adversary after another. None among them had mastered internal force; none could withstand even a single blow or get close to Qin Feng.

"Kill! Kill!"

Corpses piled up around Qin Feng, dozens of them, the blood pooling into rivulets at his feet.

"He's not human..."

"No! I won't go near him!"

For over ten minutes, seeing that Qin Feng showed not a hint of exhaustion but instead fought with mounting ferocity, the remaining warriors lost all will to fight. Fear swallowed them whole, and they fled in all directions.

"Kill! Kill!"

Qin Feng stormed toward the heart of the Shen estate, slaying every family member and guard he encountered.

"I must destroy the Shen family before the city guards arrive!"

Within the Shen mansion, Qin Feng killed anyone dressed in finery—none were spared.

"If I let you live, you'll come for revenge. I cannot leave you alive!" There was no pity or remorse in his heart. The spiked club danced, ending one Shen life after another.

"If only I had a storage ring like in the novels!"

At one point, Qin Feng discovered a storeroom filled with priceless treasures. Regretting that he lacked a legendary storage ring, he overturned a bed, piled the valuables atop it, and prepared to take them.

"These things can't be left behind. If any Shen survives, these will be the foundation for their return—and once they rise again, they'll surely seek vengeance!"

Resolute, Qin Feng set fire to the remaining treasures.

"Go!"

Hoisting the massive bed, Qin Feng hurried away, the Shen mansion blazing behind him.

"Well?" Huang Chengjun stared grimly at the inferno consuming the Shen estate. As the commander of the city guard and a master of internal force, he had rushed here with his men upon hearing of the incident, but he was too late—the killer had already fled.

"Reporting, Commander: aside from a handful of surviving servants, all two hundred-plus members of the Shen family are dead."

"The wounds on the bodies are nearly identical, suggesting a single perpetrator."

"We've also found Shen Haoyin's corpse."

Lu Fei, having finished his search, quickly reported to Huang Chengjun.

Huang Chengjun hurried with Lu Fei to the place where Shen Haoyin's corpse lay.

"What tremendous force!"

"Shen Haoyin was utterly brutalized."

Examining the corpse, Huang Chengjun's face showed shock, awe, and caution. Shen Haoyin had been a master of internal force, not weaker than himself, yet now he had been slain with unspeakable cruelty. The killer's strength was terrifying.

Huang Chengjun felt this would be a most difficult case.