Chapter 134: Terrifying Jiang Feng!

Dear! Don't mind me! Take the Tiger Talisman and get out quickly!

As long as the Tiger Talisman is in your hand, they won't dare do anything to me! You run fast, don't mind me!

Everyone was stunned by that sentence.

Even Hong Tianyang was taken aback, instinctively looking at Jiang Feng, his gaze now carrying a hint of scrutiny.

No wonder they had held Ling Zhaixing for so long, yet she still managed to escape!

So these two were in the same group.

But is the Tiger Talisman really in this kid's hand?

Hong Tianyang was Uncertain; although based on his knowledge, the Tiger Talisman should be on Ling Zhaixing's body.

And Ling Zhaixing has no man, a fact he also knows clearly.

Nevertheless, even so, he dared not dismiss that sentence.

Jiang Feng's Laughter froze in an instant, then turned into a Crying‑Laughter.

He could see that Ling Zhaixing not only was skillful, but her Brain turned quickly as well, actually trying to drag him into the fray, pushing him to the very edge of the storm.

He shook his head, finding the girl increasingly interesting.

Even though they were on the brink of death, she still had the mind to play such petty cleverness.

Hmph, so they're in the same group!

Hong Tianyang's complexion darkened completely, the killing intent in his eyes deepened, and he barked orders at the warriors behind him.

Surround him! Do not let him escape! Whoever lets him get away, bring his head to me!

A dozen or so black‑clad warriors immediately moved, forming a fan shape to close in on Jiang Feng.

Each gripped their weapons tightly, their breath condensed, forming an airtight encircling Circle.

Especially the four Standing at the Frontmost, their breath was denser than the others, eyes sharp as eagles.

They were the four Eighth Grade Martial Artists Hong Tianyang brought, also his capable lieutenants.

Jiang Feng still crouched on the Ground, both hands still in his pockets, showing not the slightest intention of standing.

He only lifted his gaze toward Hong Tianyang, a faint playful hint at the corner of his Mouth.

You, a Top Master, wouldn't be this Foolish, would you? Just because of her one sentence, you believe the Tiger Talisman is on me?

Whether it's true or not, try it and you'll know!

Hong Tianyang let out a cold hum, his Tone solemn beyond doubt.

The Southern Frontier Tiger Talisman is of great importance, not something you petty characters, ignorant of the heavens and earth, can covet. If you're sensible, hand over the Tiger Talisman; I can leave you a Whole Corpse, otherwise, today both of you will have no place to be buried!

He harbored some Doubt in his heart, but the Tiger Talisman was too crucial to allow any error.

Whether the Tiger Talisman is on Jiang Feng or not, since he already knows of its existence, he cannot let it go.

Leave a Whole Corpse?

Jiang Feng smiled, his Laughter now tinged with a hint of coldness.

So, you don't intend to give me a way out?

Anyone who knows the Tiger Talisman's existence must die!

Hong Tianyang's gaze grew dark, his massive hand sweeping: "Advance! Capture him! Life or death, no matter!"

Yes!

The four Eighth Grade Martial Artists answered in unison, leaping toward Jiang Feng.

Their movements were uniform, bearing the fierce aura typical of Eighth Grade Martial Artists, fists and feet interweaving, a gust howling, striking at Jiang Feng's vital points.

Clearly they aimed for a swift kill, giving Jiang Feng no chance to resist.

The other surrounding warriors showed no intention of acting.

In their view, four Eighth Grade Martial Artists together, even if Jiang Feng's strength wasn't Weak, would be unstoppable; capturing him was only a matter of time.

Ling Zhaixing lay on the Ground, watching Jiang Feng besieged by the four Eighth Grade Martial Artists, a trace of complexity stirring in her heart.

She had shouted that moment only to muddy the waters, making Hong Tianyang hesitate to act.

She hadn't expected Hong Tianyang to actually order a move.

In her eyes, even if Jiang Feng had some skill, he couldn't handle four Eighth Grade Martial Artists at once.

At this point, the odds were mostly unfavorable.

She even began to plot in her mind, waiting for Jiang Feng to draw everyone's attention, wondering if she could break through then.

After all, her Lightness Skill was unrivaled.

As long as there was a sliver of a gap, she could escape.

But the next second, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded.

Facing the four Eighth Grade Martial Artists' assault, Jiang Feng still crouched on the Ground, his posture unchanged, only his gaze turning slightly cold.

No one saw clearly how he acted; only a few after‑images flashed by, so fast that people couldn't react.

Bang bang bang bang!

Four muffled thuds rang almost simultaneously, like heavy objects hitting the Ground.

The four Eighth Grade Martial Artists who had just been fierce suddenly seemed to have all their strength drained.

They flew straight out, crashing heavily onto the Ground.

Each of their chests sank in a dent, a gush of blood spilling from the corner of their Mouths, eyes wide open, clearly lifeless.

The whole scene instantly fell into dead silence.

All the black‑clad warriors were stunned, their weapons nearly dropping, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Four Eighth Grade Martial Artists, just like that, dead?

Not even seeing how the opponent acted? How is that possible?

Ling Zhaixing was dumbfounded, looking at the four corpses on the Ground, his heart roiled with turbulent waves.

Who is this man really? How can he be so strong?

Four Eighth Grade Martial Artists, and he couldn't even let a single move get through?

Hong Tianyang's complexion instantly turned extremely solemn, and the contempt and murderous intent in his eyes vanished without a trace.

He stared fixedly at Jiang Feng, his whole body tensing, and the Grandmaster aura rose to its peak!

He had seen clearly just now; when Jiang Feng acted, no martial aura erupted from him, not even a fluctuation of Inner Force.

But just by a seemingly casual strike, the four Eighth Grade Martial Artists died?

This level of power already exceeds his Knowledge of martial artists.

Even the legendary top‑tier elites would leak aura when they act, but Jiang Feng did not.

This situation has two possibilities.

Either Jiang Feng's strength has already reached the Return to Simplicity Realm, allowing perfect control of aura to kill without a trace.

Or he is not a martial artist at all, but another, more terrifying existence!

Regardless of which, they are not something he can easily deal with.

Hong Tianyang took a deep breath, clasped his fists, and his attitude became a few degrees more cautious.

"What exactly are you, sir? Why are you meddling in the Tiger Talisman affair?"

He now no longer dares to underestimate Jiang Feng.

He even began to Doubt whether Jiang Feng had long known about the Tiger Talisman and deliberately waited here for him?

If that were true, then this Jiang Feng, who does he represent?

Does that person know that such a person exists?

Jiang Feng did not answer Hong Tianyang's question, only stared at him with a flat Tone.

"You just said that anyone who knows the Tiger Talisman must die?"

Hong Tianyang felt a sudden thump in his heart, realizing his words might have angered the other side.

But now, there is no way back.

He could only force himself to threaten, saying

"If you are sensible, then stay out of meddling. The Tiger Talisman matter is of great importance and not something you can lay hands on!"

"How about this: you leave now, and I can treat what just happened as if it never occurred."

As soon as those words were spoken, Ling Zhaixing instantly looked at Jiang Feng, his face showing a plea.