After You Broke Off the Engagement, I Broke Through Twelve Realms in a Single Day! - Chapter 58:

Chapter 58: Begging Senior Brother Li for Mercy

Li Feng’s words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves of shock. The entire Prodigy Pavilion instantly fell silent. Everyone stared at this daring “native from a minor paradise” in disbelief.

“How dare you!” A noble youth in brocade robes slammed the table and stood. “Where did this bastard come from? Daring to cause trouble here!”

“Young Master Lu, allow me to teach this arrogant brat a lesson first!” A burly man at the 6th stage Martial Saint Realm sneered and stepped toward Li Feng, his knuckles cracking.

Ye Ning’s face went pale. She shouted anxiously, “Li Feng, run! I appreciate your kindness, but you’re no match for them!”

This wasn’t the minor paradise. The prodigies on the Azure Cloud Ranking were already at the Martial Saint Realm or even the Martial King Realm at a young age, and the martial skills and cultivation methods they practiced were at least spiritual-grade.

Even Zhang Shouzheng, the strongest in their minor paradise, couldn’t last a round against these people. Li Feng had only been cultivating for a short while—how could he possibly compete with them?

But Li Feng remained seated, casually pouring himself a cup of wine, not even sparing the burly man a glance.

“You’re seeking death!” The man roared and struck with a full-force punch aimed straight at Li Feng’s face.

The strike carried all the power of a 6th stage Martial Saint. The air thundered as the fist flew forward, reducing the surrounding tables and chairs to dust.

Just as the fist neared within three inches of Li Feng’s face, he suddenly raised his hand and flicked the wine in his cup.

“Hiss!!!”

What seemed like a casual splash became a tidal wave of wine, forming a water curtain that filled the courtyard, effortlessly blocking what could have been a combined strike from several Martial Saints.

The droplets from the curtain shot out like arrows, piercing through the man’s fist and then through his forehead, ending his life on the spot.

Even in death, the man maintained his punching stance, his eyes filled with disbelief as he slowly collapsed.

“What?! He killed five Martial Saints in a single move?”

“This guy is no ordinary cultivator! Who the hell is he?”

“Could he be a prodigy on the Azure Cloud Ranking, pretending to be weak?”

The entire hall burst into chaos. Everyone was stunned by Li Feng’s terrifying combat power, speculating wildly about his identity.

With just a drop of wine, he instantly killed a 6th stage Martial Saint?

What kind of technique was that? What level of cultivation did he possess?

Lu Han’s expression shifted but quickly returned to calm, his eyes flashing with malice.

“Not bad. No wonder you dared act arrogant. But that’s all you’ve got!” He pulled Ye Ning into his arms and looked at Li Feng with provocation. “Even if I kiss the woman you care about in front of you, what can you do? At most, you’re only at the Martial Saint Realm. After I sleep with this slut, I’ll deal with you!”

As he leaned in to kiss Ye Ning, several Martial King guards stepped forward protectively.

“Ah! Let me go!” Ye Ning screamed and struggled, her eyes full of fear.

Li Feng’s killing intent exploded. He slapped the table. “You’re courting death!”

Two chopsticks flew up from the table, piercing through the air like meteors.

“Protect the Young Master!” Lu Han’s four Martial King guards rushed forward, activating their protective qi barriers.

But they underestimated Li Feng’s strength.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Four muffled sounds. The chopsticks easily pierced through their protective qi, nailing the four guards to the pavilion pillars as blood streamed down.

Dead silence.

Four 3rd stage Martial Kings, killed by two chopsticks?

What level of cultivation did this youth have? High-level Martial King? Martial Saint?

No one dared imagine further. The entire hall was overwhelmed with fear, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Lu Han finally realized he had kicked a steel wall. His face turned as pale as paper. He looked at Li Feng in terror. “Y-You… Who are you?!”

Li Feng ignored him, his eyes cold as he raised his hand slightly.

Suddenly, Lu Han felt an invisible force clutch his neck. He was lifted into the air and pulled toward Li Feng.

“H-Help me…” Lu Han kicked his legs wildly, his eyes darting toward the corner of the hall. “Z-Zheng… Young Master Zheng… Save me…”

Everyone turned to look.

There sat a young man in a purple-gold robe, about thirty years old, with a stern face. Beside him was a middle-aged man with a deep aura. At that moment, the middle-aged man was staring at Li Feng with a look of growing dread, his eyelid twitching violently.

“I am Zheng Wuye of the Zheng family in the imperial capital.” The man in the purple robe stood up slowly, arrogance in his tone. He gave Li Feng a fake smile and said coldly, “Friend, show some mercy. Lu Han is my friend. Give me this face and let him go. From now on, you and I will be friends. It’s better to make allies than enemies.”

“Zheng Wuye? The third-ranked on the Azure Cloud Ranking?!”

A prodigy gasped.

“So it’s Zheng Wuye! They say he reached the peak of the 9th stage Martial Saint Realm at thirty—just a step away from becoming a Martial King!”

“And the Zheng family is one of the four major families in the imperial capital!”

“That must be the famous young lord causing a stir lately in the capital. With him here, today’s drama should end. Who would dare refuse him?”

Hearing the murmurs, a trace of pride appeared on Zheng Wuye’s face.

“Kid, I don’t care who you are. In the Great Zhou Empire, whether you’re a dragon or tiger, you still have to obey the rules. Or you won’t survive here.”

“Now, let go of Lu Han and break your own arm to apologize. Then I’ll pretend none of this happened and allow you to stay and enter the Body Refining Tower. Otherwise, you’ll die here.”

Li Feng chuckled coldly, his lips curling in disdain.

“Oh? So if I don’t listen to you, I die? But I’ve never liked being threatened.”

As he spoke, the grip around Lu Han’s neck tightened. Lu Han screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

“Ah! You dare kill me?! My grandfather is a Martial Saint giant! Even the gods can’t save you!”

Lu Han shrieked, trying to threaten Li Feng.

But he didn’t realize Li Feng was never the type to hesitate. Even if Lu Han hadn’t mentioned it, Li Feng had already planned to pay the Lu family a visit later.

“Don’t worry. I’ll send your grandfather to join you soon.” Li Feng’s icy voice rang in Lu Han’s ears. The life force in Lu Han’s body was devoured, and terror like he’d never known consumed him as he died.

Before everyone’s eyes, Lu Han’s body withered rapidly, turning into a dry corpse in seconds.

“What demonic technique is this?!” Ye Yuqin’s eyes widened in horror, stunned by Li Feng’s brutal methods.

Li Feng casually tossed Lu Han’s corpse aside and looked at Zheng Wuye coldly.

“Come down here. I want to see how you’ll make me break my arm.”

Zheng Wuye’s face turned ashen. Just as he was about to act, the middle-aged man beside him suddenly turned pale and slammed a hand on his shoulder.

“Kneel!” the man roared and forced Zheng Wuye to the ground.

“Uncle?!” Zheng Wuye cried in disbelief.

The man ignored him. He held Zheng Wuye’s head down and respectfully bowed to Li Feng.

“Zheng Haochuan, inner disciple of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land, greets Senior Brother True Disciple! I beg Senior Brother to forgive my ignorant nephew. I’m willing to sever my own arm to atone. The Zheng family will also offer 10,000 top-grade spirit stones to apologize to Master!”

As he finished, Zheng Haochuan gritted his teeth and shattered his left arm with a slap. Blood splattered as the severed limb fell to the floor, stunning everyone.

The moment he recognized Li Feng, his heart almost leapt out of his chest.

His words rang like thunder, a lightning bolt that stunned everyone into silence.

Zheng Wuye was struck dumb. Staring at the severed arm, he looked up at his uncle in disbelief.

“Uncle! Are you crazy?! You knelt to a lowborn?!”

“You even severed your arm to beg his forgiveness?! You’re a peak Martial King! How could you be so cowardly?!”

“He’s not even on the Azure Cloud Ranking! What’s so great about him?!”

“Shut up!” Zheng Haochuan slapped him across the face, splitting his lip and knocking out several teeth. He roared in anger, “You fool! That is no lowborn! He’s a True Disciple of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land, Dao Companion of Saintess Yao Xi, and one of the candidates for the position of Holy Son!”

“What?!” Zheng Wuye froze, his body stiffening, his face turning ghostly pale.

Heavenly Profound Holy Land! That was far scarier than the Great Zhou royal family!

The Empire had only one Martial Emperor, but the Heavenly Profound Holy Land had two publicly known Martial Emperors. The gap was unimaginable!

Even the crown prince of the Great Zhou Empire had to bow to a Holy Son of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

True Disciples were the very core of the Holy Land, equal to the empire’s crown prince in status.

As for him? A mere young lord of the capital circle wasn’t even worthy to carry Li Feng’s shoes.

And Li Feng wasn’t just a True Disciple—he was a candidate for Holy Son, a peerless genius!

“No wonder his name isn’t on the Azure Cloud Ranking. His ranking must be on the Eastern Wasteland True Dragon List! He’s already a legend! It’s an honor just to see him!”

“No wonder he could instantly kill Martial Kings! A Holy Son of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land is likely already at the Martial Saint Realm. My family’s ancestor is just at that realm, and this guy’s so young!”

“The Zheng family’s done for. If Li Feng refuses to forgive them, the whole family could be wiped out just because Zheng Wuye ran his mouth!”

“……”

The hall remained silent. Everyone stared at Li Feng with reverence. Only after a long time did they dare to speak again—via divine sense transmission.

Those who had spoken rudely earlier now wished they could vanish into the floor and escape as far as possible, hoping not to be remembered by Li Feng.

If he bore a grudge, not only would they die, but their entire clans would be buried with them.

A True Disciple must not be insulted. The Heavenly Profound Holy Land must not be disrespected!

Ye Ning stared at Li Feng in a daze, her emotions in turmoil.

Back in Luoxing City, she had once looked down on this boy of humble origin.

Who could have imagined that in just a few short years, he would become someone she could no longer even dream of reaching?

A bitter, regretful feeling welled up in her heart. If she had chosen differently in Luoxing City—if she had become his woman, even as a concubine—how could she have ever suffered the shame she endured today?