Chapter 520: Take it down!

Jiang Feng's face turned cold, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"No matter who's behind you, if you dare to come to the Su Family to cause trouble, I guarantee you won't leave alive!"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an undeniable killing intent.

The old man's complexion completely changed.

He had cultivated for over thirty years, had comprehended the Water Law, and believed he rarely had an opponent among half-step Martial Ancestors. But the power emanating from this young man before him made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

But after all, he was one of the Southern Army's Four Guardians, a person who had seen great storms; how could he be frightened away by a few words from a youngster?

The old man gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and shouted in a deep voice.

"You arrogant brat! I've cultivated for thirty years—I don't believe you can take me down!"

As soon as his words fell, the old man formed seals with both hands, and his inner aura surged wildly.

Suddenly, a mighty pressure erupted from his body, like a dark current deep in the sea—surging, tumultuous, unstoppable.

"Boundless Vast Sea!"

The old man let out a loud shout, his voice shaking the entire villa until it trembled.

He thrust his palms forward, a vast and boundless power surged from his palms, turning into towering waves that rolled toward Jiang Feng.

Xu Tong stood behind, her face ashen, her body pushed back repeatedly by that force, only barely stabilizing after her back hit the wall.

She looked at the old man, her pupils constricted sharply, and she cried out in alarm.

"Jiang Feng, be careful! He is one of the Southern Army's Four Guardians, the Xuan Shui Guardian!"

Xu Tong's voice was full of fear.

"This Boundless Vast Sea is his signature technique, capable of tsunami-breaking formations, water-locking enemies, and boundless body protection!"

Xu Tong had heard of the Xuan Shui Guardian's reputation; he was one of the top experts in the Southern Army.

Half-step Martial Ancestor, having comprehended the Water Law, sweeps through thousands of troops, with no one able to oppose him.

She never expected that such a powerful expert would personally come to Jiangnan to capture Xiao Yan.

Jiang Feng's expression remained unchanged as he stood there, like a towering mountain, allowing the towering waves to crash against him.

His clothes fluttered loudly in the wind, his hair danced, but his body remained utterly still, his feet as if rooted to the ground.

"Water Law?"

Jiang Feng said lightly, his tone tinged with contempt.

"Let's see if you can break my Dragon Might!"

His eyes turned sharp, he clenched his right fist tightly and raised it above his head.

"Kun Long, come out!"

As soon as his words fell, a low dragon chant emanated from within Jiang Feng's body.

Immediately, a golden light burst forth from within Jiang Feng's body.

That light was very bright, blindingly so, like a small sun exploding inside his body.

Golden light spilled everywhere, illuminating the entire living room as brightly as daytime.

Those towering waves surging from the old man's palms instantly lost their color under the golden light.

They did not dissipate; they were suppressed.

That vast power of the Water Law, before the Dragon Might, was like encountering its nemesis, like a subject before a king—trembling and daring not to advance.

And seeing this scene, the Xuan Shui Guardian's expression was filled with utter shock.

He felt as if Jiang Feng truly harbored a dragon within him.

That Dragon Might, that oppressive pressure, he had never felt in his entire life.

What's more terrifying is that a flood dragon entering water is not restrained by water but becomes even more terrifying.

Water is the dragon's domain; a dragon in water is like a fish in water, its strength doubled.

The old man's Water Law, before Jiang Feng's Dragon Might, not only failed to function but seemed to be giving Jiang Feng power instead.

He even felt that his own Water Law was beginning to lose control.

The power he had cultivated for thirty years, which had been as obedient as an arm, now refused to obey his commands.

They trembled, retreated, and submitted to that Dragon Might.

The Xuan Shui Guardian's face turned ashen as paper, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

He desperately circulated his cultivation method, trying to regain control of the Water Law, but to no avail.

That Dragon Might was too strong—strong enough that his legal power seemed like an ant before it.

Jiang Feng looked at the Xuan Shui Guardian, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile.

"Your Water Law can trap others, but it cannot trap me."

His voice was very calm, as if stating something quite ordinary.

"Today, let you see what true power is."

As soon as his words fell, Jiang Feng moved.

He took a step, shattering the floor tiles, stone fragments flying everywhere.

The Xuan Shui Guardian's pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively raised both hands to block.

His hands formed a water curtain before him—his defensive ultimate technique.

He had once used this move to block a full-force strike from a half-step Martial Ancestor.

But today, he encountered Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng raised his fist and struck straight at that water curtain.

His fist bore golden light, wrapped with the power of Dragon Might.

Boom!

A deafening bang.

The water curtain shuddered violently, then shattered like glass into countless tiny droplets that dissipated in the air.

The Mystic Water Guardian's body was shaken and flew backward, slamming into the wall behind him, leaving a human-shaped dent.

He slid to the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood, his face as white as paper.

His hands trembled, the tiger's mouth split, blood pouring out.

He looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of fear.

"You... you..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat felt as if blocked, unable to make a sound.

Jiang Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He took another step, instantly appearing before the Mystic Water Guardian.

He raised his hand and threw another punch.

His fist landed solidly on the Mystic Water Guardian's chest.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones was clearly audible.

The Mystic Water Guardian's chest caved in, ribs broken in who knows how many places.

His body flew backward again.

The Mystic Water Guardian slumped sitting at the base of the wall, spurting blood from his mouth, his face pale as paper, his eyes unfocused.

His hands hung at his sides, fingers bent at strange angles, obviously useless.

He struggled to stand up, but after three attempts he still couldn't succeed.

Each attempt made him cough up a large mouthful of blood.

Lu Muzhe stood at the doorway, watching this scene, completely dumbfounded.

The Mystic Water Guardian, one of the Southern Army Four Guardians, a Half-step Martial Ancestor, a top expert who has comprehended the Water Law.

Before Jiang Feng, he couldn't even last a minute.

What kind of strength is this?

Lu Muzhe's mind went blank, completely unable to accept this fact.

Xu Tong stood in the living room, also stunned.

She knew Jiang Feng was strong, but didn't expect him to be this strong.

A Half-step Martial Ancestor? That's no cabbage.

The whole empire has few Half-step Martial Ancestors, each a being standing at the pinnacle of martial arts.

Yet such an expert, before Jiang Feng, couldn't withstand even three punches.

Jiang Feng stood in place, the Golden Light on his body gradually fading, the Dragon Chant slowly subsiding.

His breathing was very steady, his expression calm, as if he had just done a few push-ups.

Just then, a sound of car engines came from afar.

Not just one vehicle, but an entire convoy.

Dozens of black SUVs lined up, coming from the end of the street, their headlights casting bright beams in the darkness.

The vehicles stopped at the Su Family Villa's gate, the doors opened simultaneously, and a group of soldiers in black combat uniforms jumped out, moving in perfect unison.

They held weapons in their hands, had radios on their waists, sharp eyes, and were well-trained.

Leading them was none other than the Jiangnan King Personal Guard Commander, Song Dianjun.

Song Dianjun got out of the vehicle, quickly walked to the Su Family Gate, saw the mess all over the ground, and his expression changed slightly.

But he didn't ask further, instead walking straight to Jiang Feng and clasping his fists in salute.

"Mr. Jiang!"

"Take him down!"