Chapter 587

At this moment, their emotions completely collapsed.

The red-haired old man slumped sitting under the tree, his chest caved in, blood hanging at the corner of his mouth, his gaze empty as two pools of dead water.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man stood in place, his legs trembling, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, like a dog that had its spine pulled out.

They never imagined that their ultimate trump card would still be no match for Jiang Feng!

This is the Boundary Force bestowed by the Holy Lord!

Before, even when facing terrifying experts, it was impossible for their Boundary Force to be ineffective.

But today, their Boundary Force, in the face of a young man in his twenties, was like paper mache, shattered by a single palm.

They felt as if their spines had been broken, their whole beings plunged into confusion.

Their fighting spirit was gone, their confidence gone, and they couldn't even muster the thought to flee.

Seeing them like this, Jiang Feng also felt a lingering fear in his heart.

This Boundary Force, he first encountered it in front of Jun Wuji.

Jun Wuji unleashed Boundary Force, nearly beating him to pieces.

That power blanketed the heavens and earth, pressing him so he couldn't move a finger; if not for Kun Long then deploying the Dragon Clan Divine Skill, his life would have been forfeit already.

However, these two's Boundary Force pales far too much compared to Jun Wuji's.

Jun Wuji's Boundary Force is complete and harmonious, containing true Law Power.

Whereas these two's Boundary Force is more like something forcibly infused, having only form but no essence.

But this likewise exposes a problem: these two's origins are also tied to the Secret Realm.

Jun Wuji comes from the Yunding Secret Realm; perhaps the organization behind these two also lies within the Secret Realm.

Therefore, over these years, no matter how the Empire investigates, it cannot find their traces.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng felt a chill rise in his heart.

The Secret Realm, that is another world.

If that organization truly resides in the Secret Realm, its strength could far exceed his imagination.

But no matter what, today these two people, he cannot let them go.

At that moment, not far away, lights suddenly flickered, a blinding beam sweeping back and forth in the darkness, accompanied by the roar of engines.

It was a dozen or so armored vehicles speeding over, their headlights illuminating the country lane in bright clarity.

The vehicles stopped, the doors opened, and a group of soldiers in black combat uniforms jumped out, moving in neat unison.

Leading them was Song Dianjun, who briskly walked up to Jiang Feng, clasped his fists fiercely, and spoke in a booming voice.

"Greetings, Mr. Jiang!"

Behind him, dozens of fully armed guards stood in formation, encircling the scene.

Jiang Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over those soldiers.

"You've come at just the right time."

Song Dianjun glanced at the people scattered haphazardly on the ground, then at the red-haired old man and yellow-haired middle-aged man slumped under the tree, his brows slightly furrowing.

"Mr. Jiang, who are these people?"

Jiang Feng said lightly.

"Bandits trying to steal things. Two Half-step Martial Ancestors, two Heavenly Person Peaks."

Song Dianjun's pupils shrank sharply, and he sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Two Half-step Martial Ancestors, two Heavenly Person Peaks?"

Such a lineup, placed anywhere in Jiangnan Province, would be an existence that sweeps all before it.

But now they are dead or wounded, scattered like trash by the roadside.

Song Dianjun swallowed, his gaze toward Jiang Feng growing even more reverent.

"Mr. Jiang, are you alright?"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"I'm fine."

He walked up to the red-haired old man and the yellow-haired middle-aged man, looking down at them from above.

The two had completely lost the ability to resist.

Having just used Boundary Force, their stamina was exhausted; now they are hardly different from crippled people.

The red-haired old man leaned against the tree, watching Jiang Feng approach, his eyes full of fear.

His lips trembled, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man stood there, his legs shaking, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

His eyes widened, staring fixedly at Jiang Feng's hand.

Jiang Feng extended his hand, tapping each of their Qi Seas three or four times.

His fingers descended, a strange power drilling into their dantians, like an invisible lock sealing all the true qi within their dantians.

Instantly, their Qi Seas withered away.

The true qi they had accumulated over decades of cultivation, like sand slipping through fingers, vanished cleanly in the blink of an eye.

Their faces instantly turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling violently.

They felt their power slipping away.

They became ordinary people.

No, they were worse than ordinary people.

The red-haired old man's eyes widened, his voice trembling.

"You… you abolished our Qi Sea?"

His voice was sharp and piercing, full of disbelief and despair.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man also came to his senses, lowered his head to look at his withered dantian, his face full of fear.

He tried to circulate his cultivation technique, but his dantian was empty, with no response.

He raised his head, looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of hatred.

The mission failed, but for them it was not yet a capital offense.

Returning to the organization, at most they'd receive some punishment, be confined for a few years, and still have a chance to make a comeback.

But once their qi sea is abolished, within the organization they become utterly worthless trash that no one wants.

Without cultivation, without value, all that awaits them is a fate of being discarded.

This guy, what a ruthless heart!

The red-haired old man's tears streamed out, not from fear of death, but from despair.

Decades of cultivation turned to nothing in an instant. That kind of agony is worse than death.

Jiang Feng looked at them, his expression calm, without any change.

"Take them back, keep them locked up tight. Without my order, no one is allowed to approach."

Song Dianjun quickly nodded and waved his hand at the soldiers behind him.

"Take them away!"

Several soldiers stepped forward, dragged the red-haired old man and the yellow-haired middle-aged man up from the ground, and half-carried them toward the vehicle.

Song Dianjun walked up to Jiang Feng and clasped his fists.

"Mr. Jiang, do you have any further orders?"

Jiang Feng thought for a moment, then said.

"First, lock the two of them up securely for a few days, don't let them die. I will interrogate them later."

Song Dianjun nodded.

"Understood."

Jiang Feng grunted, turned, and walked toward his own car.

He opened the car door, got in, started the vehicle, turned the direction, and drove toward the city center.

The car drove for about forty minutes in the night, arriving at the high-rise apartment building where Yun Mengrou lived.

Jiang Feng parked the car, took the elevator, and arrived at the floor where Yun Mengrou lived.

The corridor was quiet, the wall lamps emitting a soft glow.

At the doorway stood two Dragon Group members; seeing Jiang Feng approach, they nodded and stepped aside.

Jiang Feng walked to the doorway, raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

The door opened.

Lu Xiao stood at the doorway, wearing a black combat uniform, her waist straight as a rod.

She gave Jiang Feng a quick once-over, confirmed he was uninjured, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come in, Mengrou has been waiting for you a long time."

Jiang Feng walked into the room.

The living room was brightly lit, Yun Mengrou sitting on the sofa.

Her complexion was somewhat pale, with deep dark circles under her eyes, obviously she hadn't slept.

Seeing Jiang Feng enter, she sprang to her feet and quickly walked up to him.

"Jiang Feng, are you alright? What about those people?"

Her voice was urgent, her eyes full of worry.

Jiang Feng looked at her and said calmly.

"I'm fine. Everything's been taken care of."

Yun Mengrou's eye sockets reddened, tears swirling inside them.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't make a sound.

Lu Xiao stood at the side, watching this scene, and sighed.

She walked up to Jiang Feng, lowered her voice, and said.

"After you left, she sat here without saying a word, not even drinking a drop of water. I asked her what was wrong, she just shook her head. She's genuinely worried about you."

Jiang Feng fell silent for a moment, then walked over to Yun Mengrou and sat down beside her.

"I'm fine. Those people have been dealt with. The things are still there."

Yun Mengrou raised her head, looked at Jiang Feng, and her tears finally fell.