Chapter Twenty-Nine: Slaying the Grandmaster Envoy

“Insolence!”
“How dare you show such disrespect to the Warden! I will report this to the Warden and see your entire family wiped out!”
Lu Tianfeng’s expression changed wildly, his face contorted with fury as he roared at Qin Feng.

The surrounding elites of the various great powers and their clansmen were shaken to the core by Qin Feng’s words, their eyes wide with shock. A Grandmaster was a towering mountain, someone ordinary people could only look up to, but this man dared to disregard a Grandmaster entirely.

“Why?”
“Why are all of you so ruthless, so quick to threaten extermination of entire families?”
“You want to annihilate the Qin family—how could I let you live?”
With a furious roar, Qin Feng leapt high into the air and launched himself at Lu Tianfeng, swinging his spiked mace down with all his might.

“Insolence! How dare you lay a hand on me?”
Lu Tianfeng’s eyes filled with terror and disbelief as he shouted in anger. As a follower of a Grandmaster, he was used to strutting unopposed throughout Tianyang City—who would dare attack him now?

A deafening crash sounded as Qin Feng’s assault descended. In Lu Tianfeng’s shocked and horrified gaze, the spiked mace smashed directly into his body, the overwhelming force pulverizing flesh and bone in an instant. Even the horse beneath Lu Tianfeng was torn apart by the tremendous power, blood and gore splattering in all directions.

“So what if you are a Grandmaster?”
“I have no fear in my heart!”
Stepping through pools of blood, Qin Feng strode toward the Wang family, an aura of unstoppable might radiating from his body.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd.
“He killed the Grandmaster’s envoy?”

All around, the great powers’ experts and their clanspeople stared in awe, terror, and reverence at Qin Feng’s retreating figure, stunned by his single strike that felled Lu Tianfeng.

Among the Wang family’s people in the crowd, some nearly collapsed to the ground in fear, seeing Lu Tianfeng slain by Qin Feng. As Qin Feng approached the Wang residence, one of them shuddered, then darted off along a shortcut to get there first.

“Patriarch! Something terrible has happened—Qin Feng killed Lord Lu! There’s blood everywhere!”
Wang Shuo rushed forward, shouting as soon as he spotted Wang Yongdong.

“What did you say?”
Wang Yongdong’s expression changed dramatically. He hurried over, his face tense with concern.

“Patriarch, something terrible has happened! Lord Lu was killed by Qin Feng, and now Qin Feng is coming this way!”
Catching his breath, Wang Shuo spoke urgently.

“Hurry! Leave the Wang family with me at once—head to the Jiang family and seek Master Jiang’s protection!”

Wang Yongdong’s face twisted in fear. He quickly issued orders to the Wang family members behind him.

“Qin Feng is truly audacious—to slay a Grandmaster’s envoy and provoke the Grandmaster himself.”
Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian were all stunned by Qin Feng’s actions. Each wondered if, in his place, they would have dared to kill a Grandmaster’s envoy. In the end, they could not answer. All the more, they admired Qin Feng’s boldness.

“There’s no need. I am already here!”

A powerful voice, tinged with anger, resonated from the west. All eyes turned to see five martial artists approaching. At their head was an elderly man with a square face radiating authority—clearly someone long accustomed to power, his very presence awe-inspiring. He was clad in inner armor and moved with the stride of a dragon or tiger. This was Jiang Jinghong, the Jiang family’s greatest powerhouse—Master Jiang, the Warden.

Following close behind Jiang Jinghong was his only son, Jiang Wenhao. Alongside them were three men, Jiang Jinghong’s disciples, all carrying a long black spear together.

“Greetings, Warden Jiang!”
“Greetings, Young Master Jiang!”
Wang Yongdong hurried forward as Jiang Jinghong and Jiang Wenhao approached, bowing deeply with hands clasped in respect.

“Greetings, Warden Jiang!”
“Greetings, Warden Jiang!”
The Wang family clansmen behind Wang Yongdong echoed his salute, their faces full of reverence and awe.

“Greetings, Warden Jiang.”
“Greetings, Warden Jiang.”
Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian—all of formidable strength—bowed deeply, hands clasped. To offend a Grandmaster was unthinkable.

All the martial artists present, even those of lesser rank, dared not show the slightest disrespect and hastened to pay their respects.

“That’s enough. You may rise!”
“I would very much like to see who dares to disregard me,” Jiang Jinghong declared, seating himself before the Wang residence, his voice thunderous and commanding.

“With Warden Jiang here in person, annihilating the insignificant Qin family will be effortless,” Wang Yongdong fawned as he hurried to Jiang Jinghong’s side.

“Brother Hao, you’ve finally come!”
The Wang family’s second daughter, Wang Weiwei, rushed in panic into Jiang Wenhao’s arms. The arrival of Jiang Wenhao dispelled her earlier fears and filled her with a deep sense of security.

“Patriarch Wang, Weiwei, rest assured. With my father here, no enemy can threaten us,” Jiang Wenhao declared with pride.

His father, a Grandmaster and Warden of noble birth, was untouchable in Tianyang City.

“I am Qin Feng of the Qin family! Wang family—come out and meet your deaths!”

From a distance, the martial artists’ faces changed slightly as they saw a blood-soaked figure striding toward them. Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian watched Qin Feng, their eyes filled with shock, apprehension, and even regret.

This young man was not yet twenty, but his strength was unrivaled—he had destroyed both the Xue and Hong families, far surpassing their own abilities. Given time, he would surely become a Grandmaster.

But now that a Grandmaster had arrived, his fate was sealed.

“The Qin family has produced a remarkable talent,” Jiang Jinghong remarked, observing both Qin Feng’s face and the blood that covered him. Even with a Grandmaster’s composure, he was moved by what he saw.

This young man was truly extraordinary. Not yet twenty, he had reached the peak of his abilities—an unrivaled prodigy. Destroying the Xue and Hong families was a feat beyond most at his level; among his peers, he was a king.

“You are impressive,” Jiang Jinghong said. “I am willing to give you a chance. Kneel and acknowledge me as your master, and I will spare your life.”

When he had set out, Jiang Jinghong intended to kill Qin Feng to assert his authority as a Grandmaster, for such status could not be challenged. Yet upon seeing Qin Feng, he changed his mind.

Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian were visibly surprised. Within the ranks of the Liu, Sun, Tan, and Liu families, experts and clansmen alike looked at Qin Feng with envy.

“You are the Grandmaster behind the Wang family?”
Qin Feng met Jiang Jinghong’s gaze, feeling the heavy pressure emanating from him, his voice hoarse.

“That’s right. My name is Jiang Jinghong,” Jiang Jinghong replied proudly.

“You want me to acknowledge you as my master, to become a servant?” Qin Feng’s voice was cold and raspy.

“No. To be a servant of a Grandmaster!” Jiang Jinghong stood with hands clasped behind his back, pride in every word.