Chapter 59: One Palm Kills the Grandmaster!

"Impossible, I must have misread; you can't be a Grandmaster!"

Ge Lao collapsed on the ground, blood from his chest seeping through his fingers onto the Green Stone Slab.

But he seemed not to feel any pain, his hands gripping the iron Crutch beside him tightly, inch by inch trying to prop himself up.

At this moment his frail body swayed like a dead leaf in the wind.

Yet he stared at Jiang Feng like a starving, rabid beast.

"You brat... you really angered me! A Grandmaster's dignity is not something a kid like you can trample!"

Jiang Feng leaned against the pillar beside him, raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised.

"Oh? You can still stand up; you're tougher than I thought."

"But I advise you not to force it; that palm just now I only used thirty percent strength. Keep hitting, and your old life will be gone."

"Thirty percent strength?"

Ge Lao heard that and suddenly burst into a wild laugh.

"Good! Very good! Today I'll show you what a Grandmaster's desperate fight looks like!"

As he spoke, he suddenly inhaled deeply, his chest heaving violently.

At that moment his gray cloth robe moved on its own without wind.

Upon close inspection, one could even see a faint red glow beneath his skin, as if a ball of fire burned inside.

The surrounding air instantly became scorching, and even Chen E was forced back several steps by the aura, his calves going weak, nearly dropping to his knees.

"Burning true Qi... Ge Lao, you're fighting for your life!"

Long Ye, also a warrior, quickly rose from the Grandmaster's chair.

"Ge Lao! No! Burning true Qi harms the foundation and shortens life! We can talk properly; there's no need to go desperate!"

He invited Ge Lao to steady the scene, not to send him to his death; if Ge Lao died, then truly no one could deal with Jiang Feng.

But Ge Lao ignored them entirely, his eyes fixed on Jiang Feng, the red glow on his body growing brighter.

"Shortening my life, so what? If I lose today to an unknown kid, I'll have no face to show anyone with this old life left!"

"Who in the Jiangnan Martial Arts World doesn't know my name Ge Tianxiong? If I fall at your hands today, what face will I have to live on afterward?"

He let out a sudden roar, the iron Crutch in his hand whistling with wind, striking Jiang Feng's head directly.

This time the speed was several times faster than before.

The Crutch seemed wrapped in a faint red glow, and even the adjacent pillar had its paint stripped by the gust.

"Sigh."

Seeing Ge Lao fighting so desperately, Jiang Feng let out a gentle sigh.

At this moment his face lost its previous nonchalance, replaced by a hint of helplessness.

"Reaching Grandmaster level wasn't easy, yet you seek death—why bother?"

He stood in place, showing no intention of dodging.

"Arrogant! Brat! Today I'll make your blood splash three feet!"

Ge Lao grew even angrier, grinding his teeth.

Jiang Feng waited until the Crutch was about to strike his head, then slowly raised his right hand, gently pushing the Crutch with his palm.

"Bang!"

This time the sound was louder than before, like a small firecracker exploding.

Ge Lao felt a force ten times stronger than before surge from the Crutch, shaking his bones to a ringing.

The true Qi that had condensed throughout his body from the burning instantly collapsed.

"Wow!"

Ge Lao spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his whole body soaring backward like a kite with its line cut.

A thud sounded, and he was slammed hard against the wall again.

He slid down the wall, collapsed on the ground, the iron Crutch fell beside him, and the red glow at its tip vanished completely, turning cold.

Ge Lao opened his mouth to speak, but could only emit a hoarse sound.

The madness in his eyes faded slowly, leaving only full resentment and despair.

His body softened bit by bit, and finally his head tilted, completely lifeless.

The burning true Qi just now had exhausted his last vitality.

Being shattered again by Jiang Feng's palm, his heart pulse was beyond saving.

The courtyard fell silent instantly, only the sound of wind rustling the locust tree leaves and Chen E's heavy breathing.

Long Ye stood in place, his complexion as pale as paper.

Seeing Ge Lao's corpse on the ground, his calves went weak, and with a thud he knelt down, cold sweat on his forehead dripping down his cheek.

Chen E, seeing Long Ye kneel, also quickly knelt, his head bowed low, unwilling to look at Jiang Feng, his body still trembling slightly.

He had just witnessed the Grandmaster's desperate fight and also saw Jiang Feng easily kill the Grandmaster.

Now he lacks even the courage to meet Jiang Feng's gaze.

Jiang Feng brushed the ash off his hand, slowly walked up to Long Ye, looking down at him from above.

"Earlier you said Ah Chi is your only son, you ruined his martial arts, you must give the Black Gold Society an answer."

"Now you ask, should I give you the Black Gold Society an answer?"

"No! No need! Absolutely not!"

Long Ye quickly shook his head, his head knocking against the Green Stone Slab, making a thudding sound.

"Mr. Jiang! We failed to recognize Mount Tai! It was our mistake! We shouldn't have provoked you, shouldn't have troubled the Ye Family or the Su Family! Please, great sir, have mercy and spare the Black Gold Society! From now on we will never dare to trouble you again, nor anyone around you!"

He is truly frightened now.

Even the Grandmaster was killed by Jiang Feng; the Black Gold Society's few members are no different from ants before Jiang Feng.

If Jiang Feng really wants to wipe out the Black Gold Society, they won't even have a chance to resist.

Chen E also kowtowed.

"Mr. Jiang! Please spare us! We will never dare again!"

Jiang Feng looked at their disheveled appearance and did not make things harder for them.

"I can spare you, but I have three conditions."

Long Ye quickly raised his head, his eyes full of the desire to survive.

"Mr. Jiang, you speak! Not one condition, ten, a hundred—we will accept all!"

"First, send Zhang Chi abroad and never let him return to Jiangcheng."

Jiang Feng's Tone was full of disdain.

"If he dares appear before me again, next time it won't be as simple as just being disabled."

"Alright, alright! I'll arrange it tomorrow! Make sure he never returns to Jiangcheng!"

Long Ye quickly agreed.

Compared with Ge Lao dying right in front of him, the outcome of his son being disabled, he now feels immensely grateful.

At least his life is still there, right?

"Second, shut down all the Black Gold Society's venues and switch to legitimate business."

"If I find out you are still doing those shady deeds, I will personally dismantle your territory."

"Shut down! Immediately shut down! We'll switch tomorrow!"

Long Ye dared not have any hesitation.

"Finally…"

Jiang Feng paused, glanced at Ge Lao's corpse, and sighed.

"Since he's also a Grandmaster strongman, you should find a place to give him a proper burial."

He understood Ge Lao's Pride, so in the end he didn't hold back much.

Nevertheless, even so, he was willing to give the other side a decent Outcome.

"Yes, yes, we will definitely give a proper burial!"

Jiang Feng said nothing more, turned and walked toward the courtyard house entrance.

Long Ye and Chen E knelt on the ground, and only after Jiang Feng's figure disappeared outside the door did they dare to slowly stand up.

Both men's faces remained pale, and they exchanged a glance.

Each saw fear and relief in the other's eyes.

It was a kind of post‑calamity relief.

Jiang Feng did not know Dragon Lord's thoughts; at this moment, as he just stepped out of the courtyard house, he saw Shen Junyao's car.

Seeing Jiang Feng, Shen Junyao was also filled with Excitement.

"How are you, Jiang Feng, are you okay?"

Jiang Feng was about to answer, but his expression suddenly changed!