198: Chapter 198 Young Master Qin, I'm giving you one last chance.

"Hoo... hoo..."

City Lords Wife's ample chest heaved violently, and a trace of lingering panic remained on her beautiful, jade-white Face.

She shielded the shaken Steward Duan behind her, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young man below, her voice soft and tinged with a hint of pleading.

She whispered, "Young Master Qin, we can be considered allies who defended against the beast tide together. Steward Duan is a pillar of my Sunset City. Please, for the sake of Rou'er's Face, I trouble you to raise your hand in mercy and spare his life, how about it?"

Listening to the gentle and charming plea, Qin Feng showed not the slightest intention of pitying the fair sex. He simply stood where he was, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a playful sneer.

"Give you Face?"

As he spoke, Qin Feng took a step forward, his eyes locked onto City Lords Wife, and he mocked, "Great City Lords Wife, is your brain not working, or do you take everyone for a fool?!"

City Lords Wife's pretty Face changed, "Young Master Qin, what do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean? Hahaha..."

Qin Feng looked up and laughed, his laughter filled with undisguised disdain, "Not long ago in the small courtyard, how did you promise me? You said, if Gu Teng dared to provoke me again, you would let me kill him, you would absolutely not interfere, and you even said you were willing to let me dispose of him."

"And the result? No sooner had I left the city than Gu Teng sent people to use beast luring powder to plot against me. Where was your promise then? And where were the rules of the City Lords Mansion?"

"Now, the assassin Gu Teng hired has been killed by me, and Steward Duan tried to stop me from taking revenge, but he was no match for me. Yet you jump out to stop me again, asking me to give you Face?"

Speaking to this point, Qin Feng's expression sank completely, sharp cold light flashing in his eyes as he enunciated angrily, "You faithless bitch, do you even deserve Face?! Your Face is not worth even half a Spirit Stone to me!"

"You..."

Hearing the words "faithless bitch," City Lords Wife's delicate body trembled violently. Her exquisite and beautiful Face flushed to the roots of her ears in an instant, then turned deathly pale from extreme humiliation.

As the noble City Lords Wife, she had always been high and mighty in Sunset City, revered by all. When had she ever been pointed at and cursed as a "bitch" in front of so many Loose Cultivators?

The Loose Cultivators in the great hall also shrank their necks one by one, their eyes nearly popping out, their hearts shocked beyond measure.

"Heavens, he actually dared to curse the City Lords Wife as a bitch in public!"

"This kid is really not afraid of completely tearing his Face with the City Lords Mansion..."

"Hard to say, maybe he really is muddled with anger? After all, it really was Gu Teng who provoked him again and again..."

"Qin Feng."

City Lords Wife gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes filled with the fire of resentment ignited by humiliation.

She said coldly, "This lady has repeatedly tolerated you, yet you are ungrateful and utter insults. If I don't teach you a lesson today, what dignity will my Sunset City Lords Mansion have in the future?!"

Taking a deep breath, City Lords Wife suddenly waved her sleeve and ordered sternly, "Where are the eight hundred guards of the City Lords Mansion?! Take down this arrogant thief who does not know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth."

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Accompanied by three earth-shattering roars in unison.

At the hall entrance, countless soldiers in heavy armor, clad in sharp weapons and exuding an Aura of iron-blooded slaughter, poured in like a tidal wave.

In just a few breaths, eight hundred elites of the City Lords Mansion, all with auras at the Foundation Establishment Stage, with the leading dozens even at the Foundation Establishment Middle to Late Stage, surrounded Qin Feng, Bai Qi, and Zhao Simin completely, spears like a forest, cold light flashing, leaving no gap for escape.

The cold, murderous Aura made the air seem to freeze in that instant.

The leading general was a burly man eight feet tall, clad in heavy black armor, none other than the Guard Commander Chang Chong. His cultivation had already reached the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Peak, and he had killed countless enemies on the battlefield.

"Rebel, die!"

Without another word, Chang Chong's eyes widened, and he let out an earth-shattering roar.

The black gold spear in his hand transformed into a violent black Dragon, carrying a piercing sonic boom, aiming straight for Qin Feng's heart, a single strike to take his life.

This spear strike was powerful and heavy, gathering all his murderous Origin Qi, which ordinary people would not dare to take head-on.

However, Qin Feng still did not dodge or evade.

He just sneered, his right hand turning into a blurred afterimage. Under Chang Chong's horrified gaze, he directly caught the blade with his bare hands, firmly gripping the razor-sharp black gold spear tip!

"Screech—!" A piercing sound of metal friction rang out.

Before the terrifying power of the Heavenly Tyrant Body, Chang Chong's spear strike, which could pierce city walls, was actually held firmly in place in mid-air by Qin Feng's single bare palm, unable to move even a fraction.

"How is this possible? Is your Physical Body made of diamond?!"

Chang Chong's expression changed drastically, and he tried his best to pull back the spear, only to find that the opponent's palm was like it was cast from thousand-year black iron, immovable.

"Get back."

Qin Feng grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

His right hand, which was gripping the spear tip, suddenly pulled with great force, directly causing Chang Chong's massive body to lose its balance and stumble forward.

Immediately after, Qin Feng suddenly raised his right foot and delivered a powerful, heavy sweep, kicking fiercely onto Chang Chong's heavy chest armor.

"Boom—!"

"Crack!" A dull sound of metal bursting and bones breaking rang out simultaneously.

The heavy armor on Chang Chong's chest, a Medium Grade Magical Artifact, instantly dented into a deep pit.

He screamed, flying backward like a kite with a broken string for over a dozen zhang, slamming heavily into the stone pillar of the great hall, vomiting blood continuously.

The power of a single kick was this formidable and this terrifying!

"General!"

"Commander!" The surrounding guards were shocked.

Chang Chong struggled to stand up from the ruins, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment and horror.

At this moment, he understood that in a one-on-one fight, he would definitely be beaten to death by this person; clearly, it was not the time to play the hero.

So he immediately ordered, "Form up! Everyone, Mystic Tiger Battle Formation, form up and kill him for me!!"

Chang Chong clutched his chest, roaring hoarsely.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Hearing the order, the eight hundred heavy-armored guards did not hesitate in the slightest. Their footsteps shifted, and they quickly formed an abstruse combined attack Formation centered on Qin Feng.

"Rise!" Eight hundred people roared in unison, their spears pointing obliquely toward the sky.

Streams of incredibly condensed blood energy and Origin Qi surged wildly from the tops of the eight hundred elites' heads, rapidly intertwining and merging in the Void Realm.

"Roar—!!!" Accompanied by a deafening roar of the king of beasts that caused a large section of the great hall's ceiling to collapse with a bang.

The terrifying Origin Qi Aura gathered by the eight hundred people actually condensed in mid-air into a multicolored giant tiger, dozens of zhang in size, with its whole body burning with violent ghostly fire.

The giant tiger's eyes were like two red lanterns, and every time its huge front claws scratched in the Void Realm, it caused the space to faintly distort from the high temperature. The strength of the Aura it emitted was infinitely close to that of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator.

Under the protection of the powerful Mystic Tiger Battle Formation, the City Lords Wife over there finally regained her former majesty and indifference.

Seeming to be concerned about something, City Lords Wife slowly raised her hand to signal everyone to stand by, her cold and majestic gaze falling on Qin Feng as she asked indifferently, "Young Master Qin, this lady asks you one last time, can this matter end here?!"