Chapter 507

As Jiang Feng's words just fell, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared.

No footsteps, no aura fluctuation, it simply appeared out of thin air at the door of the VIP room.

The visitor wore a black robe, embroidered with dark red patterns like dried bloodstains.

His face was very pale, pale as paper; his features were regular, but his eyes held no emotion, like two cold stones.

His arrival brought a surging blood qi, so intense it seemed substantive, spreading through the private room, pressing so hard one could barely breathe.

At the moment he appeared, Nanxi felt a huge pressure and couldn't help sucking in a breath of cold air.

She had cultivated for many years and seen many strong ones, but those capable of giving her such pressure could be counted on one's fingers.

Nanxi leaned close to Jiang Feng's ear and whispered a reminder.

"Junior Brother, be careful; this person is probably only a step away from the Realm of Martial Ancestor."

Her voice was kept very low, her tone full of solemnity.

Because in her memory, the Martial Ancestor was already the pinnacle of mortal martial arts, a height attainable only by beings like her master, Xuan Yuan Zhenren.

The person before him, though not yet fully stepped into the Realm of Martial Ancestor, had already comprehended his own Dao.

But he could not yet control this Dao freely, so as soon as he appeared, such terrifying blood qi spilled out.

Such a figure, even in all of Jiangnan, could hardly be found in number.

Upon seeing the visitor, Hu Dong's legs went weak; he thudded to his knees, forehead hitting the floor, his voice trembling.

"Subordinate pays respects to Palm Seat Ying Mou!"

Hu Dong's body was bowed very low, his forehead almost touching the ground.

His heart was overwhelmed with shock, for he never expected the visitor to be the absolute high-ranking Palm Seat Heroic Mother of Crimson Tower!

Crimson Tower's internal organization is strict; besides assassins having corresponding ranks, there are also some high-level positions.

Naturally the most exalted is the Duanhong Lou Lord, called the King of Assassins.

Below the lord are the Four Great Palm Seats.

They respectively oversee enforcing the lou's rules and laws (Duanxing Palm Seat), intelligence (Ying Mou Palm Seat), assassin deployment (Juesha Palm Seat), and the dark materiel armory (Youji Palm Seat).

As for the Jade Seal Assassin's status, it corresponds to the Elder Rank under the Palm Seats.

Originally the organization dispatched one Jade Seal and over a dozen Golden Seal assassins; in Hu Dong's view, this was already the highest‑rank assassin mission of recent years.

But Hu Dong never imagined that even one of the Four Great Palm Seats, Ying Mou Palm Seat, would personally be deployed.

He couldn't help looking at Jiang Feng, his face showing shock.

This kid, the commotion he's stirred up is too big, isn't it?

Just what is his background?

Palm Seat Ying Mou didn't look at Hu Dong, not even a glance.

His gaze, upon entering, fell on Jiang Feng.

Those icy eyes, like two blades, stared straight at Jiang Feng.

An invisible qi mechanism emanated from him, instantly locking onto Jiang Feng.

Palm Seat Ying Mou looked at Jiang Feng, fell silent for a moment, then spoke.

His voice was very plain, yet each word carried an undeniable force.

"You have the blood qi of the Ghost Blade."

He paused, his tone unchanged.

"Did you kill him?"

Jiang Feng sat in the chair, legs crossed, looking at Palm Seat Ying Mou with a calm expression.

He even hesitated not at all, openly nodding.

"Yes."

His voice was very plain, as if stating what he ate today.

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know this place, nor be able to find your Duanhong Lou people."

Hearing this, Palm Seat Ying Mou's mouth corners twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile.

That smile held no warmth, cold as ice.

"Then you came to take revenge on Duanhong Lou?"

Jiang Feng merely smirked and shook his head at those words.

"Duanhong Lou works for money; we have no deadly feud."

"Having slaughtered that batch of assassins, I feel my grudge with Duanhong Lou is settled."

Palm Seat Ying Mou said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

Jiang Feng looked at him, his eyes turning serious.

"I came today to ask who hired your Duanhong Lou to kill me."

As soon as he said that, Palm Seat Ying Mou was first taken aback.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes; he obviously hadn't expected Jiang Feng to say such a thing.

He thought Jiang Feng had come for revenge...

... but instead, he merely came to ask for a name.

Palm Seat Ying Mou looked at Jiang Feng, fell silent for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

"You kid are indeed interesting."

His tone carried a bit of appreciation, but more ridicule.

"But... why should I tell you?"

Jiang Feng showed no fear, looking into Palm Seat Ying Mou's eyes and speaking lightly.

"If you don't say…"

He paused, his voice turned cold.

"Then I guarantee that, at least in Jiangnan, Duan Hong Lou will have no room to operate in the future."

As soon as he said that, the atmosphere in the private room instantly plunged to freezing point.

Ying Mou Palm Seat's eyes turned utterly cold.

He stared at Jiang Feng, his blood qi growing stronger, pressing Hu Dong to the ground so he didn't dare raise his head.

Nanxi also felt the pressure grow, but she did not retreat, still standing behind Jiang Feng with a calm expression.

Ying Mou Palm Seat was about to speak when suddenly hurried footsteps came from outside.

Immediately after, a young man in a black suit stumbled in, his face deathly pale, his voice trembling.

"Boss, something's wrong!"

His voice was loud, filled with obvious fear.

"Our Bu Ye Cheng is surrounded by the military!"

Hu Dong lay on the ground; hearing this, his body shuddered.

He lifted his head, looking at that young man, his face grew even paler.

"What? Surrounded by the military?"

His voice changed tone, becoming sharp and piercing.

The young man quickly nodded, stammering as he spoke.

"Yes… yes, outside came many military vehicles, a black mass blocking the whole street. They have guns, saying they want… want to seal off our Bu Ye Cheng."

Hu Dong's head buzzed, going blank.

"Seal Bu Ye Cheng?"

"Why would the military want to seal Bu Ye Cheng?"

He turned his head to look at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of fear.

"Could it be that this Jiang Feng arranged it?"

"He actually could mobilize the military? Could he be the child or grandchild of some big shot in the military?"

Ying Mou Palm Seat stood at the doorway, hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly.

A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes, but he had no major reaction.

He turned his head, looking at Jiang Feng, and said lightly.

"Your people?"

Jiang Feng shrugged, neither denying nor admitting.

He merely smiled and said.

"I just want to prove that my words are not empty talk."

Unexpectedly, Ying Mou Palm Seat merely shook his head.

"Just relying on these people is still not enough to make Duan Hong Lou retreat..."

As soon as those words were spoken, Jiang Feng laughed again, and the next moment his figure suddenly vanished!

Ying Mou Palm Seat's pupils constricted slightly.

Immediately, he thrust a palm at a point in the air!

Boom!

The huge collision sound echoed throughout the room!