Chapter 585: Directly Kill!

Jiang Feng's car was just driving along, neither speeding up on purpose to shake them off nor slowing down to stop.

He just wanted to see how long these people would keep following him.

The car drove off the airport expressway, turned onto a provincial road, then turned from the provincial road onto a country lane.

The road grew narrower and narrower, the lights on either side grew sparser and sparser, until finally only a pitch-black field remained.

The black business car behind kept following, neither close nor far, like a shark that had bitten onto its prey.

Jiang Feng glanced in the rearview mirror, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Finally, at an intersection, the business car behind seemed to also realize that Jiang Feng had noticed them, and no longer hid.

It suddenly accelerated, overtook from the side, made a sharp turn, and blocked Jiang Feng's car horizontally.

The piercing screech of brakes split the night sky.

The business car's doors opened, and four people stepped out.

Leading them was a red-haired old man, his hair like fire, his complexion ruddy, his stature burly. He wore a dark long robe, his hands clasped behind his back, his whole body exuding an aura of authority without anger.

His eyes were extremely sharp, like two knives, stabbing straight at Jiang Feng.

Behind him was a yellow-haired middle-aged man of medium build, but solid, his steps steady as he walked.

His eyes were gloomy and cold, the corner of his mouth bearing a faint, almost imperceptible cold smile.

The other two were one tall and thin, one short and fat, both possessing the cultivation of the Heavenly Person Peak.

As soon as the four got out of the car, an invisible current instantly enveloped Jiang Feng's vehicle.

That was the aura of a Half-step Martial Ancestor level, as if an invisible giant hand were pressing down firmly on the whole car.

The red-haired old man walked straight up to Jiang Feng's car window, knocked on the glass, and said with an evil laugh.

"Come out, Divine Doctor Jiang. We've been following you for a long time."

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of teasing, as if he were playing with a prey that could not escape.

Jiang Feng pushed open the car door and got out calmly.

He stood beside the car, leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, looking at the four people before him, his expression calm, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

The four instantly spread out, surrounding Jiang Feng on all sides.

Their positions were very particular, blocking off every possible retreat for Jiang Feng.

In every direction, someone was watching; any escape route would be blocked.

The red-haired old man gave Jiang Feng an up-and-down glance and snorted with a laugh.

"Divine Doctor Jiang, we know your strength is not weak, and we don't want to make things difficult for you. Hand over the Mountain River Seal, and we'll leave. We'll each go our own way, and not interfere with each other."

His tone was very polite, but his eyes were full of contempt.

In his view, a young man in his twenties, no matter how talented, could at most be at the Heavenly Human Realm, and could never be a match for them.

The four of them consisted of two Half-step Martial Ancestors and two Heavenly Person Peaks.

Such a lineup could easily crush any Half-step Martial Ancestor.

Jiang Feng had no reservations, and nodded lightly.

"The Mountain River Seal is indeed in my hand."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over their faces, the corner of his mouth slightly rising.

"But…… are you really that confident you can handle me?"

As soon as he said that, the red-haired old man's eyes widened in anger, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a chill.

"So you mean, Divine Doctor Jiang, you want to exchange a few moves with us brothers?"

His voice turned low, carrying a hint of threat.

Jiang Feng nodded slightly, his tone relaxed as if he were commenting that the weather was nice today.

"According to the rules of the jianghu, if you beat me, you take the Mountain River Seal…… if you lose, well……"

He paused, deliberately drawing out his voice.

"I never hold back; you four might as well go together."

As soon as he said that, the other yellow-haired middle-aged man also gave a cold laugh and let out a loud voice.

"That's great! Today let us see what level of cultivation a Kunlun Disciple possesses!"

As soon as his words fell, the four rushed straight at Jiang Feng to attack!

The red-haired old man's speed was astonishingly fast, like a red bolt of lightning, instantly appearing before Jiang Feng.

His right hand formed a claw, fingers bent like hooks, bringing a fierce gust of wind, and he grabbed straight at Jiang Feng's throat.

This claw could crush steel.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man attacked from the left, throwing a punch at Jiang Feng's temple.

The fist wind howled, tearing the air apart.

The tall thin one and the short fat one struck simultaneously from behind and the right; four attacks came from four directions at once, sealing off all of Jiang Feng's escape routes.

The four cooperated seamlessly, obviously having undergone countless drills.

Their attacks were airtight, like walls from all sides pressing in, leaving no place to flee.

Jiang Feng's expression remained calm, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

He did not retreat or dodge, but instead met the red-haired old man's claw with a palm strike.

Palm and claw met, emitting a dull thud.

The red-haired old man's face changed instantly.

He felt a mountain-moving force surge from Jiang Feng's palm, like a great mountain pressing down, driving all his strength back.

His body was shaken back three steps, his arm went numb, and the tiger's mouth of his hand ached.

And Jiang Feng remained motionless, not moving a single step.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man's fist had already arrived.

Jiang Feng didn't turn his head, flicked his left hand backward, and slapped his palm onto the yellow-haired middle-aged man's fist.

Another muffled thud.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man's body was shaken and retreated several steps, his face flushed red, and the bones in his fist emitted a creaking sound.

He felt his fist as if it had struck an iron plate, causing excruciating pain.

The attacks of the skinny tall and short fat also arrived.

Jiang Feng slightly shifted his body, dodged the skinny tall one's foot, lifted his leg, and kicked the short fat one's chest with his foot.

The short fat one's body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, hitting the tree at the path's edge, the trunk shaking violently, leaves rustling down.

He fell to the ground, a trickle of fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale.

In a single move, all four retreated.

The red-haired old man's complexion completely changed.

He looked at Jiang Feng, the contempt in his eyes disappearing, replaced by shock and solemnity.

"You... you are a half-step martial ancestor?"

His voice changed tone.

Jiang Feng looked at him and said lightly.

"Otherwise?"

The red-haired old man's mouth corner twitched, he exchanged a glance with the yellow-haired middle-aged man, and both nodded simultaneously.

"Let's go together!"

The red-haired old man shouted loudly, his aura erupting instantly, the pressure of a half-step martial ancestor surging forth like a tide.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man also erupted with all his strength, the two half-step martial ancestor auras intertwining, forming a terrifying pressure.

The skinny tall and short fat also climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and charged again.

All four attacked simultaneously, their techniques becoming more fierce, their coordination more tacit.

Jiang Feng stood at the center of the net, his expression calm, his gaze focused.

He was no longer passively defending, but taking the initiative to attack.

One palm struck toward the red-haired old man, one palm toward the yellow-haired middle-aged man, one foot kicked toward the skinny tall, one elbow strike toward the short fat.

His speed was astonishing, moving freely among the four's attacks. His techniques were simple and direct, without any flashiness, yet each move carried terrifying power.

The red-haired old man's claw was deflected by him, the yellow-haired middle-aged man's fist blocked, the skinny tall's leg kicked aside, the short fat's palm neutralized.

All four were forced to retreat repeatedly, their formation beginning to fall into disarray.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from the red-haired old man's forehead.

He had thought that with the four of them joining forces, capturing Jiang Feng would be easy, but he never expected that this young man's strength would far exceed their imagination.

A half-step martial ancestor.

Single-handedly fighting two half-step martial ancestors and two heavenly person peaks, he actually did not fall behind.

What concept is this?

This means that Jiang Feng's strength is almost at a crushing level within the same realm.

The red-haired old man gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

"Use full strength!"

His aura erupted with even greater terror, his claw technique becoming more fierce. The yellow-haired middle-aged man also exerted all his strength, his punches landing solidly on flesh.

The skinny tall and short fat also went all out, recklessly charging forward.

The four once again surrounded Jiang Feng, their attacks coming like a violent storm.

Jiang Feng's gaze turned cold.

He was no longer merely defending and repelling, but began to counterattack.

A palm strike flew out, squarely hitting the skinny tall's chest.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. The skinny tall's chest caved in, his body flew backward, he spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and could not get up again.

One move, a heavenly person peak, severely injured and fell to the ground.

The short fat's complexion drastically changed, instinctively wanting to retreat.

But Jiang Feng had already appeared before him.

A palm struck his face.

The short fat's body shuddered violently, blood flowing from his Seven Orifices, and he died instantly.

The two heavenly person peaks were both settled in less than two moves.

The red-haired old man's and yellow-haired middle-aged man's faces turned as white as paper.

They looked at Jiang Feng, their eyes filled with fear.

This young man, is he a monster?

Jiang Feng turned around, looked at them, and said lightly.

"Now, it's your turn."