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Nanhai City, Gu Family Manor.

The entire manor was wrapped up tightly in red silk and lanterns, making it even more festive than the Lunar New Year.

The main banquet hall had more than fifty tables, and the banquet flowed from the hall to the garden.

The well-known families, merchants, and local martial arts association leaders of Nanhai City were roughly gathered together.

Those who were supposed to come came, and those who weren't supposed to come also managed to squeeze someone in.

The patriarch of the Gu family, Gu Yan, sat in the main seat at the head table, his hair neatly combed, and he had changed into a brand new red robe.

He's over sixty years old, but he still managed to squeeze out three layers of smile lines on his face.

He raised his wine glass and waved to the guests in the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've invited you all here today for no other reason than this." Gu Yan's voice wasn't loud, but the hundred or so people in the banquet hall were as quiet as if the room were locked.

"A few days ago, someone killed my grandson Gu Qingfeng in front of the whole world."

The old man put down his wine glass, the smile fading from his eyes.

"The military doesn't care, the Longyuan Cup organizing committee pretends to be stupid, and those people in the East China Sea Military Region claim to be giving my Gu family justice, but then they withdrew the impeachment case."

He paused for a moment, and his voice regained its laughter.

"So I did it myself."

Several representatives from prominent families who were drinking with guests at the main table quickly echoed this sentiment.

"Old Master Gu is wise! It's time to act!"

"That brat is arrogant and doesn't know his place, daring to mess with the Gu family. He's got a death wish!"

Gu Yan held up one finger and shook it.

"Ten billion."

A buzzing sound filled the banquet hall.

Gu Yan looked quite pleased; the number carried significant weight, so much so that everyone stopped eating.

"Ten billion to buy his life. The silver-ranked assassin from Tianxing Pavilion took the job, and Baihe Sect provided the formation to cooperate, sealing his mental power with the Absolute Thought Formation. An assassin at the first level of Martial Saint, plus a formation that is specifically designed to counter mental masters, plus that kid just came out of an A-level rift, and his energy and blood were more than half depleted."

He picked up the white jade cup and took a sip.

"It's been seven hours since the assassination order was issued; they should be almost done by now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted in applause.

A fat businessman stood up and raised his wine glass above his head.

"When Old Master Gu makes a move, that's top-tier! A hundred billion down the drain, and Lin Feng and Zhang Feng are all reduced to ashes!"

A gaunt martial arts association branch president nearby joined in the commotion.

"Offending the Gu family? That's digging your own grave! Everyone in Nanhai City knows that the Gu family is untouchable!"

"Touch it and you'll die!"

The sycophantic murmurs grew louder and louder.

Gu Yan's smile deepened as he raised his glass again and looked around.

"Gentlemen, once the confirmation comes back, I have another important announcement to make."

Dozens of ears perked up.

"I've already discussed it with the Bai family in the capital. With Lin Feng dead, the Beast Taming Alliance is leaderless. Our two families will do everything we can to take over the mines, pill shops, and forging workshops under the alliance's name."

The banquet hall fell silent again.

This time, it wasn't respectful silence; it was shock.

Beast Taming Alliance? That Beast Taming Alliance that just emerged from seclusion and wrecked the reputation of the Shanghai Martial Arts Academy with four martial saint-level beasts?

The fat businessman held his wine glass in mid-air, opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Gu Yan didn't notice these changes in expression.

He put down his wine glass with a composed demeanor.

"The Alliance's four Martial Saint Beasts are nothing to fear. As far as I know, the Alliance is facing internal financial problems, and they won't be able to support the four Saint Beasts for more than a year. At that time, the Bai family will provide manpower and the Gu family will provide the funds to subdue them again. No matter how you look at it, this deal is profitable."

A representative from a prominent family spoke cautiously.

"Grandpa Gu, those four elders from the alliance won't just stand by and do nothing, will they?"

Gu Yan waved his hand.

"Four old turtles who've been holed up in this mountain gully for thirty years. Without their leader, without their strange beasts, what are they?"

He smiled again as he said this.

"Don't worry, everyone. Patriarch Bai Yong has already contacted the East Sea Naval Region. With the military putting pressure on us, the mess left by the Alliance is nothing to us."

applause.

Gu Yan stood up, holding his wine glass, ready to give his final toast.

His mouth opened.

His mouth was still open, but he didn't make a sound.

Because it got dark.

A huge shadow with a wingspan of more than thirty meters swept across the manor.

What followed was a sonic boom that ripped through eardrums.

boom!

Everyone looked up.

Directly above the manor, a giant, dark purple bird was descending.

Its wingspan blotted out the sky, and purple arcs of electricity crackled and surged on its bone crown. Every flap of its wings stirred up a gale strong enough to make one lose their footing.

Thunder Abyss Vulture.

"Air defense formation! Activate air defense formation!"

The head guard of the Gu family roared.

The array pillars at the four corners of the manor lit up simultaneously, and four beams of spiritual light converged to form a semi-transparent energy shield that covered the manor.

The griffin did not slow down.

A giant claw reached down.

Ten sharp claws pierced the surface of the protective shield.

The spirit rune cracked.

The entire protective shield lasted for less than a second before collapsing with a loud crash.

The eagle folded its wings and circled halfway.

Then a figure jumped off the vulture's back.

boom!

A large hole was punched through the roof of the banquet hall, and debris flew in all directions.

A person fell from the ceiling, landing squarely on the main table.

Lin Feng stood on it.

He held the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear in his right hand, the tip pointing downwards, with bloodstains still clinging to it.

With his left hand in his pocket, he looked down at the crowd.

The old man's cup fell to the ground and shattered into three pieces.

The guests' reactions were of two kinds.

One type is stunned, with their mouth agape and unable to close.

Another option is to run away directly; they had long heard of Lin Feng's methods.

Gu Yan's hands were trembling.

He stared at the blood-dripping crimson-gold spear in Lin Feng's hand, then glanced at the ferocious vultures circling outside.

After thinking it over three times, I came to a conclusion.

The silver-medal assassin is dead.

The Absolute Thought Formation was a waste of money.

Ten billion yuan has gone down the drain.

"You...how come you're not dead?"

Lin Feng stepped off the table ruins, gun in hand, his shoe shattering a porcelain plate in the process.

"You think you can buy my life for 10 billion?"

He used the tip of his gun to pick up a shard of broken porcelain from the ground and flicked it away.

A shard of porcelain whizzed past and sliced ​​across Gu Yan's face.

"Your family's money isn't being spent wisely."

Gu Yan's face turned ashen.

He stood up abruptly, his voice changing tone.

"Guards! Keepers! Attack him! Kill him!"

The hidden doors on both sides were kicked open at the same time, and sixteen heavily armored retainers rushed out.

They were all at the Martial Venerable Realm, wielding various weapons, and formed a circular annihilation formation.

Sixteen weapons were simultaneously pointed at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked around.

Sixteen Martial Venerables.

He switched the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear to his right hand, turning the spear horizontally.

The third form of "The Great Wilderness Subduing Dragon Style".

The Great Wilderness Meteorite.

The gun drew an arc as he drove it.

A crimson-gold aura detached from the spear tip, spreading out to a width of six or seven meters, sweeping around the entire circle along an arc.

360 degrees. No blind spots.

The sixteen worshippers didn't even have time to shout.

When the spear's energy swept over, the weapons shattered first, then the armor, and finally the people inside.

A cloud of blood mist exploded in the banquet hall.

The festive decorations were dyed a different shade of red.

The guests who hadn't run out yet all crouched under the table.

Lin Feng's Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear slammed downwards, its butt striking the ground.

The floor cracked in one ring.

He walked towards the main gate of the manor, held the gun horizontally, and pierced through both gates with a single shot.

The two bronze doors collapsed inwards, crashing onto the floor of the hallway and blocking the only exit.

Lin Feng turned around.

He glanced around at the room full of guests.

"Today, not a single member of the Gu family will leave."