Chapter Seventy: Crushing the Chen Family, Destroying the Zhao Family, Executing Qian Yun'gao!

“But it’s still not enough!” Qin Feng placed his finger on his personal interface, directly pressing the +10,000 button and tapping rapidly.

+10,000

+10,000

+10,000

...

His strength soared from 154,000 catties to 164,000, 174,000, 184,000...

“Hah!” After tapping a dozen times, he finally halted when the searing pain of his body being torn apart returned. He stopped at once, his eyes full of anticipation, his face alight with excitement as he quickly checked the interface.

Name: Qin Feng

Realm: Mid-stage Commander

Strength: 264,000 catties (+1) (+100) (+10,000)

“Two hundred and sixty-four thousand catties!”

“Zhao clan, Chen clan—who can stand against me now?”

“If the Human King stays his hand, I am invincible!”

Seeing the number on his personal interface—a staggering 264,000 catties, nearly touching the realm of the Human King—Qin Feng felt a surge of unprecedented power. His combat strength was overwhelming; he could obliterate an ordinary Commander with a single blow.

Whether he could, like the Human King, sweep through an army of ten thousand, he did not know—but he intended to find out.

He stood, the pain tearing through his body now an old companion and easily ignored.

“Too light!” he muttered, walking over to the massive Heaven-shaking Hammer. He picked it up, weighed it in his hands, and shook his head slowly.

The hammer weighed only four thousand catties, far too little for one with a strength of 264,000 within his body. He would need to have it reforged heavier, or perhaps find a new weapon altogether.

“Brother Lin, what happened to you?” Qin Feng opened the door and strode outside, just as Lin Xiaozhong approached. Noticing Lin’s bruised face, he quickly inquired.

“It’s nothing, nothing at all!” Lin Xiaozhong’s gaze darted away, quickly changing the topic. “How goes your cultivation, Brother Qin?”

“Was it the Zhao clan, the Chen clan, or Qian Yun’gao who did this to you?” Qin Feng’s expression darkened, rage boiling inside him. The Zhao clan, the Chen clan, and Qian Yun’gao dared lay hands on his friend.

“It was Qian Yun’gao.”

“He didn’t attack me directly, but came under the pretense of sparring. I was no match for him and suffered some injuries! But it’s nothing—just superficial wounds. I’ll be fine in a few days.” Lin Xiaozhong forced a wry smile.

He continued, “By the way, Brother Qin, you haven’t told me about your own progress?”

The Zhao and Chen clans, wary of his command over the Mighty Guard, would not risk acting against him lightly, but Qian Yun’gao had no such scruples. Lin Xiaozhong felt bitter—Qian Yun’gao had warned he would return tomorrow, and every day after, unless Lin drove Qin Feng out.

But Lin valued loyalty above all; he would never cast Qin Feng out.

“Brother Lin, your kindness is something I will always remember. I promise you will be richly repaid in the future.” Qin Feng was deeply moved, his voice low and resolute. “Would you care to come with me and witness a good show?”

“A good show?” Lin Xiaozhong was puzzled, unable to grasp Qin Feng’s meaning.

“To trample the Chen clan, destroy the Zhao clan, execute Qian Yun’gao, and sweep away all who dare disrespect me!” Qin Feng strode ahead, bloodlust surging, his momentum towering to the heavens. He let out a long, wild howl.

“Brother Qin, don’t be reckless! The Chen clan, Zhao clan, and Qian Yun’gao together have five Commanders among them—you cannot take them all on alone. Please, listen to me: endure for a moment and the storm will pass, take a step back and the sea will widen. Don’t be rash!” Lin Xiaozhong’s face changed abruptly; he grabbed at Qin Feng’s arm, pleading urgently.

“Brother Lin, do not try to stop me. My mind is made up!” Qin Feng shook off Lin’s grip and strode toward the Chen clan manor. “The Zhao clan, Chen clan, and Qian Yun’gao have wronged me—I will smash every obstacle with my Heaven-shaking Hammer!”

“Brother Qin, please, don’t do anything rash!” Lin Xiaozhong was no match for Qin Feng. Unable to stop him, he mounted a fine horse and galloped toward the Governor’s Mansion, planning to ask the governor to intervene.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Qin Feng advanced toward the Chen manor, memories of recent events fueling the seething rage in his heart. His blood boiled, hungering for battle—a slaughter.

“Hahaha...”

“He really has been driven out by Lin Xiaozhong!”

Word that Qin Feng had left Lin’s residence with the Heaven-shaking Hammer quickly reached the Zhao clan. Zhao Taotu laughed heartily, while Zhao Weichuan and Zhao Hongzhong wore broad smiles.

“Alas! A fifteen-year-old Commander, a peerless youth, forced to this state.” Huang Ningbing, closely following news of Qin Feng, sighed upon hearing he had left Lin’s residence with bloodstained robes. “Does the Great Chu Dynasty truly not care for a prodigy such as this? If only Qin Commander hailed from a powerful clan—he would surely reach the pinnacle!”

News of Qin Feng’s bloodstained departure spread swiftly among the great factions, some expressing sympathy, others mocking, others pitying.

“What a tragedy, for such a prodigy to suffer this blow—he may never recover.”

“Fate is fickle indeed. A fifteen-year-old Commander should be courted by every power, yet he is crushed instead.”

“A fifteen-year-old Commander, a child of heaven, perhaps even the greatest prodigy in history—worthy of the title Supreme Prodigy—yet born in the wrong era. How sad, how lamentable.”

Crowds of martial artists gathered to watch Qin Feng’s bloodstained figure, sighing in awe and pity.

“Something’s off,” someone muttered. “Shouldn’t he be heading to the Governor’s Mansion? But his path leads toward the Chen clan—could it be...?”

As they followed, a sense of unease spread among the martial artists. Suspicion flickered in their eyes.

“What a Supreme Prodigy! Such pride, such boldness!”

“He’s going to confront the Chen clan, the Zhao clan, and Commander Qian head-on!”

As Qin Feng neared the Chen manor, his murderous aura grew more intense, and many now understood his intent. He was not submitting—he was preparing to fight them all, head-on.

“Today I, Qin Feng, have come to annihilate the Chen clan! All uninvolved, clear the way!” he roared as he reached the manor, slamming his hammers into the ground. The earth shook as if in an earthquake, shuddering through the entire Chen estate.

“It’s true! He really is going to challenge the Chen and Zhao clans, and Commander Qian!”

“He’d rather fight to the death than yield, his pride towering to the sky!”

“The Chen lord is a mid-stage Commander, and with his household guards and servants, Qin Feng is doomed.”

The onlookers trembled at his declaration.

“What arrogance!” a thunderous voice answered. “My Chen clan has stood in Yuntian County for nearly a thousand years—do you think you can shake us?”

Chen Zhonghai, lord of the Chen clan, had heard the news before Qin Feng arrived. He strode out, his bearing fierce and majestic, and shouted back.