Mu Feng’s face showed a faint smile, and he said directly, "Nothing in this world is impossible."
"Stop spouting nonsense. I'm here as promised, Old Man Feng. Are you ready?"
Old Man Feng's face turned as pale as paper, and his expression became distorted, "Mu Feng, don't pretend with me. I suspect your clothes are all stolen goods."
"After today, someone will come looking for you, because no one dares to impersonate these clothes."
"Only the Lord of the Flying Eagles can wear them."
Mu Feng said lightly, "My master, that old man, finds these clothes bothersome now. He only wants to travel and no longer wishes to deal with trivial matters."
"I was originally too lazy to take on these clothes, but the old man told me that when I return home, I must wear them so that everyone from our family who has passed knows that I have returned, clad in my battle attire, to avenge them."
"Then your branch family is my first target."
"I have investigated some clues about what happened back then. Old Man Feng, you were personally involved, and the other members of the Feng family were not implicated."
"I can give you one chance now. Kneel down, kowtow three times towards the southeast, and then commit suicide. Lie down in this coffin, and I will spare your Feng family, old and young."
His words were as if he were narrating a very ordinary matter.
No one dared to speak.
Old Man Feng still held a sliver of hope, and his gaze changed, "I think you're full of crap. Seven years ago, you were just a stray dog."
"Now you dare to impersonate someone else and come to deal with my Feng family."
"I will never let you off lightly."
"Ghost Blade, he's yours!" He roared suddenly, his neck tendons bulging.
His eyes were filled with red bloodshot veins.
As soon as his voice fell, the second-floor glass of the villa was instantly shattered, and a cold glint flashed out.
The sharp sword edge carried immense sharpness.
The person hadn't arrived, but a point of cold light had already come.
In just an instant, the attack had arrived.
The speed was so fast that everyone couldn't react. Afterimages seemed to be left in the air.
Everyone knew this was a master.
A true master!
And just as the sword reached Mu Feng's face, it suddenly stopped.
Mu Feng simply extended two fingers.
The incredibly sharp long sword was sandwiched between his fingertips, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Old Man Feng, is this your backing?"
"You're merely at the Great Perfection stage of the Innate realm, incapable of making any waves before me."
As his voice fell, he exerted a slight force.
The long sword instantly snapped, and he then casually swept it aside.
Ghost Blade, with several ferocious scars on his face, his pupils suddenly dilated.
In his eyes, the overwhelming shock from before still lingered.
The person in front of him was far stronger than he could comprehend. He didn't even have time to utter a single word before dying, as if he were not even as insignificant as a blade of grass in the eyes of the other party.
Old Man Feng's eyes widened, looking at the scene before him in disbelief, "How is this possible?"
"Clearly, seven years ago, you were still a stray dog that could be trampled upon. You were even disfigured by sulfuric acid, but why have you become so powerful now?"
"It must be fake. You absolutely cannot be Mu Feng. Who are you? Why are you impersonating him to deal with our Feng family?"
His voice trembled with disbelief and fear.
Mu Feng stepped forward a few paces, his voice's power gradually blooming.
Everyone present felt the temperature drop by more than ten degrees, chilling them to the bone.
Mu Feng took a step forward.
"Seven years ago, my Mu family suffered a great disaster. Although you, Old Man Feng, were not the main perpetrator against my Mu family, you set up checkpoints outside our villa."
"Anyone who had a chance to escape was basically intercepted by you."
"You let me go only because someone behind you wanted to toy with me, and I didn't want to die too easily, this young master of the Mu family."
"Seven years have passed, and I have returned!"
"Do you regret your decision back then?"
Old Man Feng retreated, trembling.
The older one gets, the more one fears death. He didn't want to die now. His body was still robust, and he could at least live for another ten years.
"It wasn't that I wanted to do this, but someone forced me. If I didn't do as they said, I would die, and my entire Feng family would be wiped out like your clan."
Mu Feng raised an eyebrow, "Tell me, who ordered you?"
"I can't say!"
Old Man Feng shook his head, "If I say, my Feng family will still suffer a terrible fate!"
Mu Feng smiled, his laughter calm but instilling a chill in people's hearts.
"You're afraid he'll wipe out your Feng family, but aren't you afraid I'll wipe out your entire Feng family right now?"
As his voice fell.
The men in black behind him moved like startled rabbits, swift as lightning.
With extreme speed, they dragged all the direct members of the Feng family over, kicked their ankles, and forced them to kneel towards the southeast.
The immense pain caused them to cry out repeatedly.
But no one could lift their heads. Their necks were held down, their heads pressed to the ground, as if their skulls were about to explode from the pain.
Those people could feel Mu Feng's anger.
Their hearts were filled with murderous intent.
These were true experts honed in blood and fire.
Moreover, nearly a hundred people were emanating murderous intent.
Many had already fainted from the pressure, and even those who hadn't were trembling uncontrollably with fear, cold sweat pouring down.
Even Feng Yong was too pained to make a sound, and the ground where he knelt was wet.
Feng Jiajun was even worse, emitting a foul odor and sobbing uncontrollably.
Mu Feng said calmly, "Old Man Feng, it seems you've made your choice. Since you don't want to die, then let your entire Feng family be buried with you."
"No!"
Feng Jiajun finally couldn't hold back, crying profusely, "This matter has nothing to do with us. It's all my grandfather's doing, he is the real culprit!"
"The wronged will find their tormentor, the debtor will find their creditor. If you're looking for someone, look for him, don't kill us!"
Mu Feng slightly raised his hand.
The man in black holding Feng Jiajun straightened up and released him.
Feng Jiajun fell to the ground, trembling all over. His face was ashen, his muscles spasming with fear.
"Since you don't want to die, how about I give you a chance?" Mu Feng's lips curved into a sinister arc.