The old man dared to issue threats even now, utterly failing to grasp his predicament.
"Letting bygones be bygones? Did you even look in a mirror before saying that, seeing if you have the strength?"
"If I wanted to kill you now, it would be incredibly simple. And you dare to threaten me?"
Mu Feng scoffed, his face filled with murderous intent.
The old man gritted his teeth, his beard trembling. "I am the Deputy Sect Master of the Northwest Tiger Boxing Sect. Our sect has numerous disciples, and our Sect Master is an existence beyond compare. If you dare to harm even a single hair on my head, you will face the wrath of every single person in the Tiger Boxing Sect, from top to bottom!"
Mu Feng tilted his head back. "As for me, I detest being threatened and I fear threats the least. It will cost you your life!"
"Kid, you wouldn't dare touch me, absolutely wouldn't dare. I am the Deputy Sect Master of the Tiger Boxing Sect!"
Perhaps due to his accustomed high status over the years, the old man now naively believed the other party would be intimidated.
However, Mu Feng's words were already very clear. Yet, this old man still had no self-awareness. If he didn't die, who would?
"Wouldn't dare touch you? I, on the other hand, enjoy challenging authority. Today, I will absolutely obliterate you. I want to see if anyone will come seeking revenge!"
Mu Feng grabbed his neck again and began to apply pressure.
A violent sense of suffocation struck the old man, causing his head to throb. Soon, his aged face turned ashen.
"You… you actually dare…"
"Stop! Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Only now did the old man realize the gravity of the situation. Not only did the other party dare to touch him, but he also dared to kill him.
The situation was like an arrow loosed from a bow; it could not be recalled. With a crisp crack, Mu Feng directly snapped the old man's neck in front of everyone.
His few disciples were so terrified they all prostrated themselves on the ground, fearful of meeting the same fate.
As for who was the most terrified, it was undoubtedly Qiu Feng and Zhao Lao San.
"He's dead? Just like that?" Zhao Lao San was so scared he plopped down onto the ground.
Qiu Feng was also dumbfounded. His greatest reliance had just died. Like lips to teeth, he knew his turn would come.
Mu Feng glanced at the two, smiling. "What else do you have to say? You're not still asking me to let you go, are you?"
Tears streamed down Zhao Lao San's face at that moment. He knelt down with a thud. "I know I deserve death, but it was all his instigation! It truly has nothing to do with me. I beg you, spare my life and give me a chance!"
Mu Feng scoffed. "Give you a chance? Think carefully, did I ever give you a chance?"
Zhao Lao San knelt on the ground, tears and snot mixing together. "It was all him, it was all his instigation! I beg you!"
His intestines were practically green with regret. Wouldn't it have been better to live a simple life?
Qiu Feng, enraged, charged at him and started brawling. "What are you saying? You're the real culprit! After you get the mine, you take nine and I take one, who instigated whom?"
Mu Feng waved his hand. "Alright, you two stop fighting like dogs. I'll give you a chance to resolve this yourselves!"
"Wh-what? I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Qiu Feng also knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing.
"His plea is somewhat understandable, but you should have died long ago. And now you beg me?" Mu Feng said disdainfully.
Qiu Feng knew he was doomed this time. He gritted his teeth, grabbed a wine bottle from the table, and smashed it fiercely.
"Since you won't let me live, I'll fight you to the death!" He swung the wine bottle, aiming for Mu Feng's forehead.
"You're truly seeking death!" Mu Feng pulled out a dagger and struck first.
Qiu Feng felt a flash at his neck, his carotid artery was immediately cut, and blood sprayed out like a fountain.
In a short while, his head lolled to the side, and he staggered into a pool of blood, undeniably dead.
Zhao Lao San felt a chill in his heart. He continued to explain, "It was really him who instigated this. Now that the main culprit is dead, I'll be leaving first!"
He gritted his teeth, trembling, and lowered his head, preparing to leave.
Soon, Mu Feng's voice echoed from behind him. "Wait. Just leaving like this? Do you take me for a non-entity?"
Zhao Lao San cried out frantically and rushed out desperately. A silver needle followed closely behind, piercing his vital point.
He ran for several kilometers, all the way back to his home.
Just as he thought his life was saved, he felt a jolt in his heart, and his entire body crashed to the ground, never to wake again.
Returning to the private room, the old man's disciples were utterly terrified. However, they dared not think of escaping, given the lesson from before.
A burly man at the front knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth. "Brother, we were completely unaware of the situation. We hope you will spare us!"
Mu Feng nodded. "Of course, I can let you go. But I want you to take a message back!"
"Speak!" The burly man breathed a sigh of relief, his life seemingly spared.
"Tell your Sect Master that if he wants revenge, he can come find me!"
"But if he dares to seek revenge, I can easily annihilate all his forces. He should watch his words and actions!"
Mu Feng stroked his chin, speaking in a commanding tone.
The burly man broke out in a cold sweat. "I will definitely deliver your message!"
"Very well. I'll leave the rest to you all to handle!" Mu Feng glanced at the corpses scattered on the floor and then strode away.
Seeing his receding back, the men's tense nerves finally began to relax.
"Senior Brother, what do we do now? If we bring Master back like this, will the Sect Master trouble us?" someone asked with trepidation.
The burly man at the front shook his head. "That won't happen. This person's strength is beyond our wildest imagination. Whether Master lives or dies is not something we can decide. Let's hurry and take him back!"
Thus, these men took the old man's corpse and returned.
As evening fell, inside a rustic building in a certain region of China's northwest.
A middle-aged man with a full beard was trembling. Several corpses lay before him.
One of the corpses was that of the old man from before, his face extremely sallow.
"Oh, Senior Brother, you died so miserably, so miserably!"
"Who was so venomous to take your life?"
This middle-aged man wept as if his life was ebbing away. He was none other than the Sect Master of the Tiger Boxing Sect.
A disciple clasped his fist. "Sect Master, the culprit also asked us to deliver a message to you!"
"Speak!" he said coldly.
And so, the disciple relayed Mu Feng's words word for word.