Chapter 692: Heavenly Person Peak Lei Pengfei!

Ling Zhaixing did not look back.

Ling Zhaixing's steps did not stop, step by step moving toward the Door's direction.

Lei Pengfei, holding a water cup, stood in place, watching the back silhouette walk farther away, the smile on his face sinking little by little.

Lei Pengfei's hand clenched the water cup for a moment, the cup wall emitting a faint creak.

"Ling Zhaixing."

Lei Pengfei's voice caught up from behind, much deeper than before; the coarse, bold tone remained, but what lay beneath had changed, like a sharpened knife half drawn from its sheath, exposing a cold blade.

"You, stop right there."

Ling Zhaixing's steps paused for a moment.

Ling Zhaixing stopped at the Door, sunlight from Outside streaming in, casting her long shadow onto the floor behind her. She did not turn, standing with her back to Lei Pengfei; the Shoulders' line tightened briefly, then relaxed.

The Boxing Gym was so quiet that the bubbling sound from the water dispenser could be heard.

Ling Zhaixing slowly turned around.

Ling Zhaixing's gaze met Lei Pengfei's eyes; a faint chill rose in her eyes, like the first thin ice forming on a winter morning's water surface—transparent and sharp.

Lei Pengfei looked at her and let out a snort of laughter.

"Ling Zhaixing, I give you face by calling you Master Uncle; you really think you're my elder, don't you?"

Lei Pengfei said as he took two steps forward, the muscles on his Shoulders bulging, tightening the straps of his black vest.

Lei Pengfei stood in the Boxing Gym's exact center, the overhead light shining on his broad Shoulders and back, casting a large shadow beneath his Foot.

"If the Feixing Gang still exists, out of respect for the old man's face, I might still grant you this honor."

He paused, raising his voice slightly, bearing a deliberately arrogant tone.

"But today, you not only struck my men, but also dared to give me no face."

He raised his hand, pointing toward Ling Zhaixing.

"If I don't deal with you properly, do you really think I'm nobody in the Jiangnan Underground Force?"

After those words, the strong men in the Boxing Gym seemed to have a switch ignited, each straightening their backs, their gazes turning fierce again.

Dao Ba Lian stood in front of the Crowd, squeezing his fists, the Bone joints producing a crackling sound.

Ling Zhaixing looked at Lei Pengfei, silent for a few breaths.

Ling Zhaixing's eyes grew increasingly indifferent, that thin-ice-like cold light frozen within, like a solidified pool of water. When she spoke, her voice was low, yet each word landed clearly in the air.

"Considering our past ties..."

She glanced around, speaking with contempt.

"You disband the Ben Lei Sect. As for the past, I can let it go without blame."

After she finished that sentence, the Boxing Gym fell silent for a moment.

Then Lei Pengfei laughed.

He laughed, bending his waist, reaching to pat his own thigh, laughing for a while before straightening, wiping away nonexistent Tears from the corner of his eye.

"Ling Zhaixing..."

He gasped, a lingering smile still hanging on his face.

"Are you foolish?"

He spread his hands, scanning the surroundings, his voice raised high as if to be heard by every brother present.

"Let me disband the Ben Lei Sect?"

His gaze returned to Ling Zhaixing's face; the hint of smile remained, but the thing in his eyes had turned completely cold.

"Do you know why, among the many third-generation disciples of the Feixing Gang, only I could found the Ben Lei Sect?"

As he spoke, he lifted his hand to grasp the collar of his black vest.

Then he yanked it sharply to both sides.

The sound of fabric tearing rang sharply in the quiet Boxing Gym; the black vest split down the middle, revealing a body of cross‑trained muscles beneath.

His Shoulders, chest, and abdominal muscles bulged piece by piece, as if cast in molten iron, gleaming oily under the light.

At the same time, a terrifying aura burst outward from him.

That aura resembled an invisible wall pushing outward from Lei Pengfei's standing spot, the air compressed into a dull hum.

Ling Zhaixing's body tensed sharply.

The Heavenly Person Peak aura descended like a Mountain, heavily covering every inch of the Boxing Gym.

Her Shoulders sank slightly, her Knees bent a little, stabilizing so she wouldn't be forced to bow under the pressure. Her Pupils contracted, her gaze fixed unblinking on Lei Pengfei, the cold indifference on her face covered by a weighty Divine expression.

She never could have imagined.

Lei Pengfei, as a Disciple of the Master, was back then merely an average third‑generation disciple of the Feixing Gang, spending his days running errands behind a few senior brothers; upon seeing her, he would bow his head and call her Master Uncle.

But now, his cultivation had already reached the Heavenly Person Peak?

This Realm was stronger than everyone in the Feixing Gang back then.

No wonder the Feixing Gang was wiped out, and no wonder the Ben Lei Sect rose so swiftly in just a few years, securing a place within the entire Jiangnan Underground Forces.

Ling Zhaixing stood there, fingers slowly clenching inside her sleeve.

She looked at the man before her who once respectfully called her Master Uncle, seeing the feral smile on his face now, and clearly knew one thing...

Her cultivation could never match Lei Pengfei's.

Heavenly Person Mid-stage versus Heavenly Person Peak, the gap was too vast.

But letting her aid in cruelty was also impossible.

She inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, and the Heavenly Person Mid-stage aura she had suppressed spread from her body.

She looked at Lei Pengfei, a faint cold smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Lei Pengfei felt the aura emanating from her, and his smile snapped shut.

His gaze sank, and two words squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Looking for death."

Before the words fell, he moved.

His figure was so fast it was almost invisible, like a black lightning streaking straight from the center of the Boxing Gym.

His right hand formed a fist, five fingers clenched, knuckles protruding, the fist wrapped in a layer of visible True Qi, glowing a pale blue‑white.

Ling Zhaixing reacted in that instant.

She flashed her body to the side, crossed her hands to shield her chest, and all her True Qi condensed in front of her into a thin True Qi Barrier.

But Lei Pengfei's speed was too fast.

When that fist came down it carried a force that could crush anything, and the True Qi Barrier Ling Zhaixing had formed shattered the moment it was touched, shattering like glass struck by a heavy hammer into countless tiny shards of light.

The fist's lingering momentum struck her arm, and she flew back like a tossed rag doll.

Her back slammed into the Wood door frame of the Boxing Gym, which let out a strained crack, and splintered wood chips sprayed out from the crack.

Her body kept moving, flying backward more than ten meters, crashing heavily onto the Stone Path Outside the Boxing Gym, sliding far away before finally stopping.

She lay on the Ground, her chest heaving violently, a thin line of blood leaking from the corner of her Mouth, mixing with dust and sticking to her chin.

Inside the Boxing Gym, Lei Pengfei's boisterous voice came through the doorway, carrying an unmistakable contempt.

"Master Uncle, have you thought it through?"

Ling Zhaixing braced against the Ground, slowly lifting herself up from the Ground.

She stood up, staggered once, and steadied herself by holding onto a street tree by the wall.