151: Chapter 151 So what if I've reached Foundation Establishment?!

"Shameless boasting? Heh..."

The cold curve of Qin Feng's lips widened as he stared coldly at the two arrogant men before him.

Dazhuang was thoroughly enraged by that condescending gaze, which seemed to view everything with contempt.

The violent True Qi of Qi Refining Level 8 erupted from his body without reservation, stirring up gusts of fallen leaves on the ground.

"You pretentious piece of trash, a mere Qi Refining Level 7 dares to act like a big shot in front of me? I'll cripple you right now and teach you what the rules are!"

With a roar, Dazhuang jerked his thick arm, instantly summoning a heavy black iron hammer that glinted with a chilling, dark light from his Storage Pouch.

This was a Second Tier Medium Grade Magical Artifact. Combined with Dazhuang's innate Divine Power, the might of this hammer strike was such that even another Cultivator at Qi Refining Level 8 would not dare to take it head-on.

"Go to hell!"

Roaring, Dazhuang leaped high into the air, descending like Mount Tai collapsing. The heavy hammer whistled through the air, tearing it apart as it smashed straight toward Qin Feng's head.

"Master, look out—!" Zhou Qingzi, who was collapsed on the ground, turned pale with fright and let out a terrified shriek.

However, Qin Feng, standing in place, didn't even show the slightest intention of dodging.

He even kept his hands behind his back, not even making a move to touch the flying knives at his waist.

"You're courting death!" A flash of cruel ecstasy crossed Dazhuang's eyes.

However, at that life-and-death moment, with the heavy black iron hammer less than half a foot from Qin Feng's head...

He was as unmoving as a mountain, but when he moved, it was like a thunderclap!

He suddenly raised his right hand, the violent, dark golden blood of his Heavenly Tyrant Body surging wildly beneath his skin.

He clenched his five fingers into a fist, and instead of retreating, he advanced. Using only his pure flesh and blood, he struck upward, meeting the heavy, powerful black iron hammer head-on.

"Clang—!!!"

A deafening sound of metal striking metal, like a great bell, exploded throughout the courtyard.

A visible shockwave centered on the point of their collision swept wildly outward, blowing away all the dust in the vicinity.

"What?!" The savage, ecstatic look on Dazhuang's face instantly froze.

He heard a teeth-grinding "crack" from the heavy hammer. A dense web of cracks rapidly spread across the supposedly indestructible Second Tier Medium Grade Magical Artifact!

Immediately after, an irresistible, terrifying counter-shock force surged through the hammer handle like a landslide.

The web between Dazhuang's thumb and forefinger split instantly, blood spraying everywhere. The heavy black iron hammer flew out of his hand and smashed through the courtyard wall behind him.

"This strength you're so proud of is absolutely nothing in front of me."

Qin Feng's cold voice was like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.

Before Dazhuang could even scream, Qin Feng's other hand had turned into a blur, firmly gripping his bull-like neck and lifting the two-hundred-plus-pound man into the air with one hand as if he were a chick!

"Uh... uh..." Dazhuang's eyes bulged, his legs flailing helplessly in the air. His face instantly turned purple-red, and a desperate sense of suffocation completely engulfed him.

"Big Brother, I'm coming to help you!" Seeing this, Erzhuang was so terrified that his soul felt like it was flying away and his spirit scattering, but he was, after all, a ruthless character who licked blood under Senior Brother Gou Dongxi.

Seeing that the situation was bad, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a dagger coated in dark green lethal poison from his side. Infused with the thick True Qi of Qi Refining Level 8, he struck straight at Qin Feng's vital rib area like a venomous snake.

"Ambush? Do you think you're worthy?"

Qin Feng didn't even turn his head; his powerful Divine Sense had already perceived everything around him.

Just as the dagger was about to strike him, he suddenly activated Ghost Wind-Stepping.

His figure shifted slightly at an incredibly impossible angle, and the dagger narrowly missed, brushing against the hem of his clothing.

At the same time, Qin Feng's right leg lashed out like a wild Dragon leaving its cave, accompanied by a sonic boom that pierced the air, delivering a powerful dragon-tail whip kick!

"Bang—!!!" This kick landed squarely on Erzhuang's chest.

"Wah—!" Erzhuang let out a shrill, inhuman scream.

The ribs in his chest collapsed entirely, and he was sent flying over a dozen zhang, as if he had been rammed head-on by a violent Yao Beast.

After rolling a dozen times on the ground, he spat out several large mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, collapsing on the ground like a pile of mud, having completely lost all combat capability.

One punch, one kick! Two overbearing bullies at Qi Refining Level 8 who threw their weight around in the Outer Sect couldn't even survive a single full round against Qin Feng, who was at Qi Refining Level 7. They were crushed like dead dogs.

There was a deathly silence all around.

The only sound was Dazhuang's desperate, wheezing "uh uh" as he struggled in mid-air.

Qin Feng's deep eyes flashed with extreme disdain. With a flick of his hand, he tossed Dazhuang aside like trash, slamming him hard next to Erzhuang.

"Cough, cough, cough... Wah..." Dazhuang clutched his neck, coughing violently and spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The look he gave the cold young man had turned from previous arrogance to extreme, ghostly fear.

Is this really Qi Refining Level 7?! Such terrifying Physical Body strength is even more monstrous than that of a Body Cultivator who specializes in physique.

Qin Feng brushed the dust off his hands and walked step by step toward the two men, looking down at them from above with an ice-cold, piercing gaze.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word exploded in their ears like thunder:

"I'll spare your miserable lives so you can go back and deliver a message to Senior Brother Gou Dongxi."

"Anyone who bullies my people must be prepared to die. Tell him to wash his neck clean. Seven days from now, on the Life-and-Death Arena, I will definitely take his life."

"Now, get lost!!!"

Dazhuang and Erzhuang felt as if they had received a pardon. They didn't dare utter another word. They didn't even bother to pick up the shattered Magical Artifact on the ground; instead, they scrambled to help each other up, fleeing the courtyard like two stray dogs with their tails between their legs.

They ran wildly all the way to the depths of the Hehuan Sect Outer Sect, to a courtyard rich in Spiritual Qi and luxuriously furnished.

Senior Brother Gou Dongxi was sitting cross-legged on a thousand-year-old cold jade bed, eyes closed as he Cultivated. He was wearing a gold-embroidered brocade robe and had a feminine appearance, his brow revealing the sinister and arrogant air of one who had long held a high position.

As a powerhouse in the Outer Sect who had long since reached Foundation Establishment, he could practically walk sideways in front of ordinary Outer Sect Disciples.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The courtyard gate was rudely kicked open. Dazhuang and Erzhuang, covered in blood and in a wretched state, stumbled and fell inside while supporting each other.

"Senior Brother Gou, Senior Brother Gou, you must seek justice for us!" Dazhuang was crying with snot and tears running down his face, collapsing at the feet of Senior Brother Gou Dongxi and howling hoarsely.

Senior Brother Gou Dongxi suddenly opened his eyes, a tangible sharp light flashing from their depths. The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop by a dozen degrees in an instant.

"You bastards, what is the meaning of this panic?!" Senior Brother Gou Dongxi frowned deeply. Looking at their miserable state, he sternly demanded, "In the ordinary area, who dares to beat you like this? Could it be that a True Disciple has made a move?!"

"No, it's... it's an ordinary Outer Sect Disciple named Qin Feng who crawled up from the Servant District." Erzhuang clutched his collapsed chest, breathing with difficulty, and reported what had happened in the courtyard, adding his own embellishments.