Chapter 104: Zhu Han’s Battle Talent

From afar, a young man roared angrily, "Beast, let go of my woman."

Such an outburst left the people on the ox cart stunned and speechless.

Gu Feng looked at Long Xue’er and said, "So, you’re his woman?"

Long Xue’er stomped in anger, unwilling to explain herself to Gu Feng—there was no need. She snapped at him, "You're no better than he is."

Gu Feng’s expression darkened. He was so outstanding—how could any man compare to him?

The young man flew to the ox cart’s side, realizing the situation wasn’t what he had imagined. He glared fiercely at Gu Feng before turning to Long Xue’er. "Miss Long, are you alright?"

Long Xue’er put on a scowl. "What did you just shout?"

The young man was taken aback. With years of experience in love, he knew better than to admit anything and feigned ignorance. "Huh? What? I didn’t say anything."

Gu Feng decided to play the good guy and defended the young man. "I swear, he said nothing—just nonsense."

Long Xue’er was displeased with Gu Feng and seized the opportunity to shout, "Shut up! Whether he’s talking nonsense is none of your business."

The young man’s face turned green. What was this, a couple teaming up to insult him? No, Long Xue’er was his predetermined woman. Anyone who dared touch her would be killed.

The young man turned to Gu Feng. "Kid, you’ve angered me."

Gu Feng looked at him disdainfully. "So what? Judging by your gnashing teeth, do you want to bite me? Shall I bite you first?"

He then made a provocative gesture.

Long Xue’er, who had seemed confused moments before, suddenly understood. She glared fiercely at Gu Feng and shouted, "You bastard, scoundrel, shameless..."

She exhausted every insult she could think of but still felt unsatisfied. Turning to the young man, who looked furious but hesitant to act, she snapped, "Qiankun Bao, are you useless? He’s insulting you like this, and you don’t even fight back!"

Qiankun Bao clenched his fists, humiliated beyond words, but he knew the bandit leader hadn’t arrived yet.

In truth, Qiankun Bao was well aware he could not defeat Gu Feng, so he had sent someone deep into the vast grasslands to seek out the King of the Prairie—a notorious and powerful bandit leader named Wen Guoxing, a Grand Spirit Master of level three, who had ruled the prairie for decades.

At that moment, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky, and suddenly, a bald, burly man hovered above the caravan, shouting, "Who calls for Qiankun Bao?"

Qiankun Bao brightened and called out loudly, "I am Qiankun Bao!"

The bald man descended, looked down at Qiankun Bao, and asked, "You’re the one who paid a high price to have me kill someone?"

Qiankun Bao’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He deeply regretted inviting this harbinger of doom.

Yet, he reminded himself that once everyone except Long Xue’er was dead, no one else would know of this incident. As for Long Xue’er, she was his woman now and had better obey him.

Having come this far, Qiankun Bao said, "Yes, I paid you. It’s him—kill him, and you’ll get your money immediately."

Wen Guoxing teased, "You hired me to kill, but besides the money, there’s one thing you haven’t done."

Qiankun Bao frowned. "What else?"

Wen Guoxing continued teasing, "Kneel and beg me."

Qiankun Bao’s fury erupted. "What?!"

He was about to roar, “I’m paying you to kill; now you’re making things difficult? Do you even want the money?”

Gu Feng watched the scene with a smile. Clearly, Wen Guoxing was toying with Qiankun Bao.

"Well? Hurry up and kneel and beg me!"

"You..."

Qiankun Bao was so angry he was speechless, but the mocking glint in Wen Guoxing’s eyes left no doubt that he was being played.

Qiankun Bao’s voice dropped. "I paid you to do a job. If you don’t want to take it, fine. But why humiliate me?"

Gu Feng couldn’t stand it anymore and whispered, "Let me answer for you. First, you’re an idiot. He’s a bandit. What’s a bandit? He takes what he can, not a hired killer. If he kills you, everything here belongs to him."

At these words, Qiankun Bao looked at Wen Guoxing.

Wen Guoxing gave Gu Feng an appreciative glance and said to Qiankun Bao, "He’s right. I’m a bandit. Are you stupid? You hire bandits to kill for you, disturbing my cultivation—go to hell."

Wen Guoxing reached out and sucked Qiankun Bao upward uncontrollably.

Qiankun Bao, losing control of his body, finally panicked and screamed, "Ah! What are you doing? I’m the young master of the Qiankun family! If you dare kill me, the Qiankun family won’t let you off."

"Hmph! The Qiankun family means nothing here—the prairie belongs to me."

Qiankun Bao glared resentfully and angrily at Wen Guoxing, knowing he wouldn’t escape today. He cursed, "Wen Guoxing, you bastard! You won’t die well."

"Dare insult me?"

Smack!

Wen Guoxing slapped Qiankun Bao across the face with such force his head flew off. Releasing him, Qiankun Bao’s blood spouted high as his lifeless body fell to the ground.

The caravan members were stunned. Their young master was killed just like that?

Uncle Zhu trembled, his face pale with fear. Aside from Gu Feng, only Miao Yun remained composed.

Miao Yun watched Gu Feng’s calm demeanor and knew Gu Feng didn’t even regard Wen Guoxing as a threat. She wondered just how powerful Gu Feng truly was.

Long Xue’er’s face paled. She had killed before but never with such cruelty.

Wen Guoxing looked at the caravan crowd, excitedly shouting, "The taste of blood is so good. All of you—die!"

He charged into the crowd with no weapons or martial arts—one hand grabbing necks, the other smashing heads until they flew off. Blood soaked him completely, fueling his frenzy.

The caravan erupted with screams, pleas, and fury, waves of chaos rising and falling.

Wen Guoxing killed with savage delight, a true demon of death.

Only Gu Feng watched calmly; no one else dared meet his gaze.

When the caravan was slaughtered, bodies strewn everywhere, the ground soaked with blood and the stench overwhelming, Wen Guoxing’s face gleamed with excitement.

Step by step, he approached the ox cart—the last place with any survivors.

He deliberately increased his footfalls so the thudding echoed, aiming to crush Gu Feng and the others’ hope beneath the sound.

When he noticed Gu Feng, he paused, puzzled by the boy’s expression.

That look—it was the gaze of one who sees death.

Treating him as already dead?

Wen Guoxing’s anger flared. After all his twisted ways of killing, today someone dared to look at him like that. He swore he wouldn’t let Gu Feng die peacefully.

With heavy steps, he drew near the ox cart. The old ox finally showed unease, gazing at Uncle Zhu inside with reluctant eyes.

Animals possess an instinctive sense of danger.

Wen Guoxing unleashed a dense aura of killing intent, pressing down on Gu Feng.