Chapter 586: Break the Realm!

Devil!

Jiang Feng's displayed power completely intimidated the remaining two.

The red-haired old man and the yellow-haired middle-aged man glanced at each other, both seeing the solemnity in the other's eyes.

They originally thought their lineup would make dealing with a twenty-something youth easy.

But now, in the blink of an eye, one of the two Heavenly Person Peak experts is dead and the other severely injured, while Jiang Feng hasn't even caught his breath?

It's obvious they severely misjudged Jiang Feng's strength, which led to their current miserable fate.

They directly lost two Heavenly Human War Generals!

This is a heavy loss even for their organization.

They know better than anyone how many resources and years it takes to cultivate a Heavenly Person Peak.

Now they've lost two at once, and they cannot possibly explain it when they go back.

The red-haired old man stepped back half a step, increasing the distance between himself and Jiang Feng.

His right hand still trembled slightly, a split at the tiger's mouth, blood dripping down his fingers.

That palm strike just now almost shattered his hand bones.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound steadier.

"You certainly live up to being a Kunlun Disciple, possessing Half-step Martial Ancestor cultivation at such a young age; we were reckless."

His tone became polite, even carrying a hint of flattery.

He slightly bowed his waist, lowering his posture greatly.

Jiang Feng's face was full of mockery, the corner of his mouth curling into a sneering arc.

"Isn't surrendering a bit too quick? Just now you wanted me to hand over the Mountain River Seal—where's your grandeur? Where's your confidence?"

The red-haired old man's face flushed red then white, his lips trembling, unable to speak.

His hand was clenched tight, knuckles white, but in the end he still didn't lash out.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man's gaze was like a torch, responding somewhat resentfully.

"We're not surrendering; we're being pragmatic. Since your strength has earned our recognition, let's set aside the fight—with your ability, you'll surely be heavily utilized in our organization!"

His voice was loud, his tone carrying a hint of seduction.

The red-haired old man also deeply agreed, quickly echoing.

"Your Excellency, our organization's strength will certainly satisfy you. The empire is already corrupt, the three kings are restless, the Emperor is dim and incapable—don't look at Zang Zijian's current prominence; he's merely a grasshopper after autumn, unable to last many days. Following him offers no future. Joining us is the wise choice."

As he spoke, he observed Jiang Feng's expression, trying to discern some clues from his face.

Jiang Feng seemed intrigued, arms crossed, leaning against the car door, speaking lightly.

"Your organization…… sounds powerful?"

His tone was very casual, as if asking about today's weather.

But deep in his eyes lay a hint of coldness.

The red-haired old man instantly grew proud, straightening his back a bit, his fawning expression turning into smugness.

"That's natural! With our two strengths, we're nothing special in the organization, not even mid-level. You're so young, your future is limitless—perhaps even gaining the Holy Lord's favor, stepping into Martial Ancestor is not unknowable..."

But as soon as he said that, the yellow-haired middle-aged man glared at him, eyes full of warning.

The red-haired old man then dared not speak further, grinning sheepishly as he closed his mouth, lowered his head, and avoided looking at his companion's eyes.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, obviously realizing he had said too much.

Jiang Feng took in both of their reactions, his heart equally shocked.

After all, their strength looks genuinely formidable; even if Jiang Feng wanted to kill them outright, it would be difficult.

Two Half-step Martial Ancestors joining forces aren't easy to deal with, especially since they also master some combined technique, coordinating seamlessly.

And yet, within their so-called organization, these two aren't even top-tier?

Then just how terrifying must their organization's strength be?

Jiang Feng's heart churned with tumultuous waves, yet his face remained calm. He feigned interest and asked:

"If so, could you introduce me to your organization? Who is the Holy Lord? What's the organization's name? Where is its headquarters?"

The yellow-haired middle-aged man, hearing this, became full of vigilance, shook his head, attitude firm.

"Sorry, if you want to know, you can wait until after you join—someone will then explain everything clearly to you. For now, it's not the time. This is the rule; we cannot break it."

His voice was hard, leaving no room for negotiation.

Jiang Feng's face instantly turned cold.

He no longer pretended, striking out with a palm; golden light condensed in his palm, imbued with Dragon Might's power, slamming toward the yellow-haired middle-aged man's chest.

"What a bunch of shadow-dwelling rats—do you even deserve to rope in this young master? Today I'll send you both to die!"

The two hadn't expected to be played by Jiang Feng, feeling both shocked and angry.

Just moments ago they were speaking nicely, appearing ready to discuss cooperation, but in an instant they turned hostile and attacked.

This guy, completely not playing by the usual script!

The red-haired old man's face drastically changed, he shouted angrily:

"Bold! Do you really think we can't handle you? Even if we die today, we two will take down this reckless fool!"

His body erupted with an even more terrifying aura, his hair standing on end like a blazing flame.

His eyes turned blood-red, like two burning coals, his whole body emitting scorching heat waves.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man's body also erupted with a powerful aura, his muscles bulging outward, his clothes stretched tight, veins protruding like worms wriggling under the skin.

The two no longer held back, releasing all of their power.

As they spoke, wind rose and clouds surged.

In the night sky, dark clouds blanketed the heavens, obscuring the moon.

Jiang Feng's expression changed instantly, for he felt a Boundary Force emanating from the two of them once again!

In other words, these two are also connected to the Micro World!

Two layers of Boundary Force intertwined, enveloping Jiang Feng.

Fire borrows the wind's might, thunder aids fire's power; the two forces stack, doubling their strength.

Jiang Feng felt his movements grow sluggish, as if his body were bound by something.

It was as if countless invisible hands from all directions had seized his limbs.

The red-haired old man sneered.

"Kid, you think that's all we've got? Without real skill, you dare to snatch the Mountains and Rivers Seal?"

His voice echoed in the sea of fire, as if issuing from hell.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man also gave a cold smile.

"To force our Boundary Force to act together, your death would be worth it! Even if a Martial Sovereign came, they'd have to weigh the odds!"

The two struck simultaneously, their attacks fiercer and more violent than before.

Flames clung to the red-haired old man's claws; each swipe could melt through steel.

With every swipe, a searing trail lingered in the air, refusing to fade.

Lightning crackled around the yellow-haired man's fists; each punch could char a person to cinder.

When his fists struck the air, they boomed with thunder, rattling eardrums painfully.

Empowered by the Boundary Force, their speed and strength rose a notch.

Their attacks were no longer mere physical blows; they were laced with Law Power, making them impossible to guard against.

Jiang Feng stopped meeting them head‑on and began to dodge.

But his brow furrowed ever tighter.

The Boundary Force was too strong; it suppressed both his speed and his strength.

If this continued, he would be worn down to death.

He had to break the Boundary Force.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, and the Trapped Dragon Power within him surged wildly.

A low dragon chant issued from his body; though not loud, its penetrative force was extreme, making the two men's Boundary Force tremble.

Golden light burst forth from his body once again, like a small sun rising in the darkness.

Dragon Might!

The golden light collided with the red-haired old man's sea of fire, producing a sizzling sound, as if cold water were poured onto hot oil.

The red-haired old man's face changed.

"What… what kind of power is this?"

His voice trembled, his eyes full of fear.

Jiang Feng gave no answer, slamming a palm toward the red-haired old man.

This palm carried Dragon Might, spatiotemporal Law, and all of his strength.

Golden light condensed in his palm into a fist‑sized Light Sphere, which rotated, emitting a humming sound.

The red-haired old man's face paled, and he instinctively raised both hands to block.

Boom!

A tremendous roar.

The Light Sphere exploded, and golden light burst outward in all directions.

The red-haired old man's body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming into a roadside tree; the trunk shook violently and leaves rustled down.

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

The yellow-haired middle-aged man's face completely changed.

He stared at Jiang Feng, his eyes brimming with fear.

"You… you actually broke our Boundary Force?"