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The gate of the Zhao family.

Two large red doors stood before two stone lions, with eight servants lined up on either side, each with a sword at their waist.

The strongest one is a sixth-dan martial artist.

Lin Feng walked over from across the street.

A person.

a knife.

Without any disguise or cloak, he swaggered towards the Zhao family's gate.

When the servants saw him, they first frowned.

Whose young man is that, carrying a knife and waving it around in front of the Zhao family's house?

"Halt! This is Zhao family territory; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to approach!"

Lin Feng didn't stop.

Two servants drew their swords and rushed forward.

It swept across the mountain.

A gust of wind swept past, and the two servants, along with their knives, were sent flying, crashing into the stone lion and dying instantly.

[Steel of the Blade: 499/500]

The remaining six servants were terrified.

One of the quick-thinkers turned and ran into the door, shouting as he ran.

"Someone's breaking into the mountain gate! Someone's breaking into the mountain gate!"

Lin Feng kicked the door open.

The two doors broke off at the hinges and flew three or four meters to either side, smashing into the yard and kicking up dust.

The Zhao family's front yard is very large.

The artificial hills and flowing water, the flowerbeds and stone paths are exquisitely decorated.

But Lin Feng wasn't in the mood to enjoy the scenery; he had only one thought in mind.

kill!

A large group of people poured out of the side rooms and side doors.

More than twenty martial artists and more than a dozen martial arts masters.

The leader of the Zhao family's guards, a seventh-level martial arts master with a face full of scars, charged forward with a roar, carrying a thick-backed cleaver.

"Who the hell are you?"

Lin Feng's answer was a knife.

The fierce wind of "Broken Mountain Slash" tore through the stone path, slicing the five people in front of it in half.

The burly man's cleaver was still raised in mid-air when he was pierced through by the gale.

[Steel Blade: 500/500! Ultimate Stage Activated!]

[Every strike is a critical hit! Its power is equivalent to a full-force attack from a peak-level cultivator of an entire realm! No cooldown!]

500 floors.

It's full.

The Mountain Splitter in Lin Feng's hand hummed, and all the dark gold spirit patterns on the entire blade lit up, with a visible golden halo appearing on the surface of the blade.

He gripped the knife, and could clearly feel the terrifying power emanating from its blade.

Every strike is a critical hit.

Each strike was equivalent to King Wu's full-force attack in two stages.

There was no cooling.

The others were stunned for a full second upon seeing this.

One second is enough.

Lin Feng rushed into the crowd.

The sword cleaved the mountain from left to right, each strike carrying both penetrating and critical strike effects, making it impossible for a martial arts master to withstand.

A fourth-level martial artist in front of him raised his shield to block.

The shield shattered.

The person is broken.

Another martial arts master, a sixth-dan, launched a sneak attack from the side, slashing at Lin Feng's lower back with a knife.

"The Mysterious Step" dodged aside, then with a backhand slash, the knife pierced through his armpit and emerged from his shoulder.

In just over ten seconds, the front yard was littered with fallen debris.

Lin Feng strode towards the Zhao family's courtyard.

The screams from the courtyard had already alerted the entire Zhao family.

On the connecting corridor of the central courtyard, a thin old man stood with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Kun.

The second elder of the Zhao family.

Martial Grandmaster level.

The one who was sent back by Li Zhenguo at the sixth line of defense last time.

He stared at Lin Feng walking from the front yard and recognized his face.

"It's you."

Zhao Kun's voice was deep.

"Second Elder, it's been a long time." Lin Feng slung the Rift Mountain sword over his shoulder, blood trickling down the blade.

Zhao Kun glanced at the corpse in the front yard, and his temples throbbed twice.

"Zhao Wei is dead. Did you do it?"

You guessed right.

Zhao Kun clenched his fists.

Zhao Wei was his junior apprentice.

"You, a sergeant major from the northern border, have come to Qingzhou to slaughter my Zhao family? Are you insane?"

"You all came to me first." Lin Feng didn't stop walking, step by step towards Zhao Kun. "Debt collectors, investigators, assassins, one wave after another. I'm too lazy to deal with them all, so I'll just come to your door."

Zhao Kun suddenly retreated three steps and pushed forward with both palms.

The Martial Grandmaster's blood and qi solidified into a semi-transparent wall of qi that rolled towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't flinch.

It cleaved down the mountain head-on.

The gale tore through the air barrier, its momentum undiminished, and hurtled towards Zhao Kun.

Zhao Kun's expression changed drastically. He dodged the main force of the gale, but a section of his sleeve was cut off by the aftershock, leaving a half-foot-long gash on his arm.

"Martial Sect? When did you...?"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Twelve hidden blade throwing knives shot out from Lin Feng's cloth bag.

Using telekinesis, he blocked all of Zhao Kun's evasion routes in twelve directions simultaneously.

Zhao Kun desperately swung his palms and knocked the two objects away.

The third one pierced his thigh.

The fourth shot pierced his left shoulder.

Lin Feng was already right in front of him.

The mountain is split open from bottom to top.

Zhao Kun's body stiffened for a moment.

The bloodline running from the abdomen to the throat split open.

The second elder of the Zhao family had his eyes bulging out and his lips still moving.

Then he fell backward and crashed into the railing of the connecting corridor, breaking two of the railings.

[Target to be eliminated: Zhao Kun (Martial Grandmaster Level 2)]

"it is good."

Lin Feng retrieved the throwing knife and walked towards the Zhao family's backyard.

The Zhao family's treasure vault was located underground in the backyard, and he found the key on Zhao Kun.

The basement door is reinforced with alloy and is more than ten centimeters thick.

Lin Feng did not use the key.

He cleaved the door open with a single stroke.

The treasure vault was piled high with items.

Boxes of magic cores.

There were both D-grade and C-grade items. The most conspicuous item was a locked iron box in the corner. When opened, three dark gold magic cores were found, each larger than a fist.

Grade B magic core.

One of them is worth at least two million.

Various kinds of pills were displayed on the shelf next to it.

The variety of pills, including Body Tempering Pills, Rejuvenation Pills, and Foundation Building Pills, is complete and in astonishing quantities.

There are more than ten boxes of Body Tempering Pills alone.

There were more than a dozen longswords and sabers hanging on the weapon rack, ranging in grade from D to B.

Inside the innermost safe was a thick stack of bank deposit slips and contracts.

Lin Feng packed everything he could carry into the storage bag he found at the Zhao family's house.

Magic cores, elixirs, valuable weapons, bank deposits—all gone.

When he finished moving the last box of magic cores, he heard footsteps overhead.

Heavy and slow.

It carried an oppressive aura that seemed to freeze the very air.

Lin Feng suddenly looked up, and a figure had already appeared behind him.