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As soon as Old Chen finished speaking, the thousands of people in the square held their breath.

Treason.

Everyone present could tell how weighty those two words were.

Bai Wangshu sat on the referee's bench, his back pressed against the chair back, the back of his head against the cushion.

It’s over.

Bai Xiao is dead, Bai He is dead, Bai Xiuzhe is dead.

The evidence in the communication symbol is crystal clear.

Duan Hongyuan sealed off a space within a radius of 500 meters, preventing communication signals from reaching the Bai family and thus preventing reinforcements from arriving.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Several referees were already watching him.

Someone moved their chair two inches away from him, creating some distance between them.

Bai Wangshu's teeth were grinding together.

Bai Yong sent him here to sit on the referee's bench and help Bai Xiuzhe in crucial moments.

Who the hell could have imagined that Bai Xiuzhe would die first, and then Bai Xiao and Bai He would die too?

Now that the evidence is presented, he, as the Bai family's referee representative, is the perfect target.

Duan Hongyuan will not let him go.

Lin Feng would never do that.

When that eighteen-year-old bastard threw the severed head, his expression was like he was throwing away trash.

Bai Wangshu's mind was racing.

Surrender? Confess? Confess Bai Yong in exchange for a way out?

impossible.

According to the Bai family's rules, anyone who betrays the family will have their entire clan exterminated.

Even if he dies here, his wife and daughters at home can still be saved.

If he were to betray Bai Yong, the remaining forces of the Bai family would turn his entire family upside down.

That leaves only one path.

Bai Wangshu's pupils contracted slightly.

His peripheral vision swept across the left front of the referee's table.

Snow, wind, and frost.

Her left arm was still wrapped with a tourniquet, her blood and qi were extremely weak, and there was nothing wrong with her body.

He was less than twelve meters away.

Bai Wangshu's right hand quietly slipped into his sleeve.

Three bone-piercing screws.

The Bai family's secret guards' exclusive close-combat hidden weapon has a spiked with seven days' worth of snake gall venom, ensuring instant death upon contact with blood.

Although he was only a Martial Venerable, the speed of those three nails was fast enough.

If we don't fight Duan Hongyuan, we can't win.

If we don't fight Lin Feng, we'll be even less able to defeat that monster.

Snow and frost.

As long as one hostage is captured, there is room for negotiation.

Even if it takes ten minutes, the Bai family will find a way to stop the communication when they realize it's cut off.

Bai Wangshu's heart was beating very fast.

He was waiting for the right opportunity.

Duan Hongyuan was speaking when Lin Feng stood in front of the referee's table with his back to him.

Everyone's attention was focused on those two pieces of physical evidence.

Right now.

Bai Wangshu suddenly jumped up from his chair.

His blood and qi exploded inside his body, and his two legs shattered the stone slabs beneath his feet.

His figure left a trail of afterimages as three bone-piercing nails shot out from his right hand simultaneously.

Direction, snow, wind, and frost.

Three black streaks of cold light pierced the air, their tips glowing with a dark green poisonous light.

Xue Fengshuang was standing still when he heard the sound of something cutting through the air, and his body instinctively retreated.

They can't evacuate.

The injury to her left arm slowed down her reflexes.

When I put my weight on my legs, my knees go weak.

The three poisoned nails were already two meters away from her.

Nearly.

too close.

Her body simply didn't have enough time to make a complete dodge maneuver.

"court death."

Two words.

The voice came from behind her.

Immediately following was a sonic boom.

The blast wave sent the gravel on the ground flying in a circle.

Lin Feng's afterimage remained in front of the referee's table, but his real body had already arrived in front of Xue Fengshuang.

Raise your left hand.

Spread your five fingers.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Three crisp sounds.

He held the three bone-piercing nails in his fingers one by one.

The venom from the seven-day snake's gall bladder on the nail tip splattered onto his palm.

The venom emitted a puff of smoke and evaporated completely from his skin.

Not even a red mark was left.

Xue Fengshuang stood there, stunned.

She was less than half a meter away from Lin Feng and could smell the blood and the lingering heat of the dragon blood flames on him.

If those three nails had been stuck in her neck, she would be a corpse by now.

Thousands of people in the square witnessed the entire event.

Quiet.

It was so quiet you could hear the shards of poison nails falling to the ground.

Lin Feng shook the crumbs off his palm and turned to look at Bai Wangshu.

Bai Wangshu's foot was still halfway forward.

The moment he saw the three bone-piercing nails being crushed by his bare hands, he began to retreat.

His qi and blood were pushed to their limit, the stone slab beneath his feet shattered into pieces, and he staggered backward.

He took two steps back.

Lin Feng's left hand was already on the top of his head.

Five fingers were used to hold Bai Wangshu's head down by wedging it into his skull.

His neck cracked, his lower body was still flying backward, while his upper body was frozen in place.

"put......"

Bai Wangshu had just opened his mouth to utter a single word.

A surge of intense expansion came from his dantian.

Self-destruct.

He was inducing his Qi Sea to self-destruct.

If a martial master's Qi Sea were to explode in the plaza, everyone within a one-kilometer radius would be doomed.

Even if the bomb doesn't kill Duan Hongyuan and Lin Feng, it can still take away a dozen or so referees and spectators.

Bai Wangshu's face contorted, and he let out a roar.

"I'm the same as you..."

The Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear was handed out from Lin Feng's right hand.

The spear tip pierced Bai Wangshu's right chest.

It's not the heart.

It was off by three inches.

The spear tip pierced precisely through the main meridian above Bai Wangshu's Qihai point.

puff.

The meridians were severed, and the self-destructing flow of qi and blood was cut off in half.

The expanded sac instantly deflated, like a punctured balloon.

Bai Wangshu's mouth was wide open. He failed to self-destruct, but instead suffered a backlash of qi and blood.

Blood was gushing from all seven of his orifices at the same time.

Lin Feng twisted his wrist.

The tip of the spear spun half a circle inside Bai Wangshu's body.

Dragon blood flames surged from the gun barrel and poured into the wound.

Bai Wangshu's scream pierced his throat, causing several people in the front row to cover their ears.

Lin Feng released his left hand from Bai Wangshu's crown and used his right arm to push Bai Wangshu, gun and all, away.

thump.

Bai Wangshu's back bumped against the back of the referee's bench.

The crimson spear pierced through his chest, its tip embedding itself in the hardwood of the chair, pinning him to it.

Dragon blood flames spread along the gun barrel.

It starts burning from the wound outwards.

Bai Wangshu's scream lasted less than half a second.

The flames devoured his internal organs and limbs.

Two seconds later.

Only a charred corpse remained on the referee's chair.

He remained pinned in place, his hands dangling in mid-air, his fingers curled.

The smoke was still rising.

The square was deathly quiet.

Among the thousands of people, some were already having their legs trembling.

Lin Feng drew his crimson-gold spear.

Bai Wangshu's charred corpse lost its support and fell forward from the chair.

Lin Feng lifted his foot.

He kicked the charred corpse in the chest.

The charred corpse flipped over the referee's table, rolled onto the floor, and broke into several pieces.

The referees nearby all took two steps back.

One of the older men almost collapsed to the ground because his legs gave way.

Lin Feng tapped the butt of the gun on the ground to shake off the debris.

His gaze passed over the referee's table and landed on the VIP seats.

Song Zhenkun had already stood up.

To be precise, he was in a half-standing, half-squatting position, with his buttocks off the chair but his legs not fully extended.

I glanced to the left at the entrance to the passage; military personnel were blocking it.

He glanced to the right at the side door, where Duan Hongyuan's internal energy had been sealed off.

Lin Feng is ahead.

They can't escape.