Chapter 694: Lord Lei Is Dead!

Lei Pengfei's fist hung in midair, as if an invisible hand were gripping his wrist; pale blue Qi still pulsed between his knuckles, yet his arm could not move a inch, not even a single finger could be pressed down.

He froze completely.

From his shoulders to his ankles, from his fingers to his eyelids, every movable part seemed to be poured into a transparent block of iron…

His eyeballs rolled violently, pupils shrinking to needle‑point size, the distant figure walking slowly reflected in the back of his eyes, yet his neck lacked even the strength to turn.

The pressure in the air was not turbulent; it could even be called quiet.

But at this moment Lei Pengfei's mind held only one thought, pounding his skull over and over.

Who is this man?

He has been mixing in Jiangnan for so many years that his Heavenly Person Peak realm lets him almost step on the heads of all Underground Forces, and he can count on one hand the people who could hold him down.

But now he doesn't even have the right to recognize this power; he can't even sense the other's aura, only feel that his own body no longer belongs to him.

Like an ant squeezed in a palm, his life and death depend on when that finger presses down.

Jiang Feng walked past him, step by step moving toward the direction where Ling Zhaixing lay prone.

He never gave Lei Pengfei a single glance, as if no one stood on that road at all, like a wire not worth sparing even a fleeting glance.

Lei Pengfei's eyes tracked that figure, cold sweat on his forehead trickling down his temples, yet he couldn't even blink.

Jiang Feng stepped in front of Ling Zhaixing.

She lay on the ground, her face turned to press against the stone slab road, disheveled strands covering most of her face, leaving only one eye exposed.

Jiang Feng looked down at her, his face expressionless.

Ling Zhaixing's eye sockets reddened in that instant.

A thin veil of moisture rose from the depths of her eyes, hazy and trembling, yet it did not fall.

She stared at Jiang Feng standing before her, as if looking at a wall erected from the darkness, separating her from whatever lay behind.

She felt as if someone had pulled her out of icy water.

Her hand still rested on the stone slab, fingertips whitening slightly from the pressure, her arm trembling. The internal injuries she had sustained throbbed in her chest, each heartbeat feeling like a hammer striking the inner side of her ribs.

Yet she no longer felt that much pain; she felt as if she had found somewhere to lean on, biting her lip hard, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Jiang Feng……"

Her throat moved, and she swallowed those two words.

Jiang Feng crouched down.

His movement was light; his knee touched the ground beside her as he leaned forward a bit more. His gaze swept over her, from the disheveled hair tips to the blood‑stained corner of her mouth, from the slightly trembling arm to the curled calf on the ground, finally resting on the dark bruise on her chest scarred by Qi.

He slightly furrowed his brows.

"Injured?"

Ling Zhaixing lay on the ground, her lips moving.

She looked at Jiang Feng's expressionless face, at his eyes steadily fixed on her, and felt something block her throat.

She only nodded.

Jiang Feng asked no further.

He extended his hands, one arm slipping through Ling Zhaixing's knee bend, the other supporting her shoulder from behind, then he lifted her steadily from the ground.

Ling Zhaixing's body was light, like a bundle of dry firewood soaked through by rain, pressed against his chest, slightly curled, her head involuntarily leaning toward his shoulder.

She made no struggle.

Her fingers clutched a corner of Jiang Feng's robe, knuckles whitening, but gripping tightly as if holding the last lifeline.

Jiang Feng straightened up, carrying her as he turned and headed back the way they came.

His steps remained unhurried, like a leisurely stroll, as he passed Lei Pengfei.

This time he still did not look at Lei Pengfei; his gaze stayed fixed on the far end of the long alley ahead, the sunlight stretching his shadow long, dragging it across the stone slab road behind him, wavering slightly as he walked.

Lei Pengfei remained frozen in place, staring helplessly as that silhouette walked farther away.

All his muscles strained desperately, trying to break the invisible shackles, yet every effort was like punching at air, not a single looseness.

His heart hammered in his chest, beating so fast it seemed about to explode.

Fear felt like an icy hand crawling from the back of his neck along his spine, numbing the entire backbone.

His only thought was gratitude.

He was grateful that the mysterious strongman only wanted to take Ling Zhaixing, grateful that his target was not his own life.

He had no doubt that, had Jiang Feng turned and attacked him just now, he wouldn't have had a chance to resist, perhaps never even knowing how he died.

That power was far beyond his comprehension, as distant as an ant looking up at an eagle soaring overhead, unable even to catch its shadow.

Too terrifying.

If he had known that this person stood behind Ling Zhaixing, he would have killed him; he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on Ling Zhaixing.

He watched the figure recede, growing smaller, about to vanish at the corner of the alley.

His body still could not move, yet the gratitude in his heart thickened, like a heavy blanket wrapping him.

He thought that once this power dissipated, he would definitely investigate who this person truly was, then stay as far away as possible.

Just as his gaze was about to lose sight of the two, darkness suddenly fell before his eyes.

The darkness arrived without warning, like a black curtain dropping from above, swallowing all his sight and consciousness.

He didn't even feel pain or any abnormality; it was just a brief blackness, then everything ended.

His body fell straight backward like a sawn log, the back of his head striking the stone slab, emitting a dull thud.

His facial expression remained frozen, eyes wide open, nailed there as if a pause button had been pressed.

The burly men at the Boxing Gym entrance hadn't reacted yet.

Their Lord Lei suddenly collapsed, like a wall whose foundation was ripped away, crashing down. Someone shouted "Lord Lei!"

The alley fell silent.

From afar came a few dog barks, and from the street drifted the children's Laughter and chatter, all the sounds were separated by a thin wall, as if they came from another world.

At the Boxing Gym entrance those burly men finally reacted, someone squatted down to test Lei Pengfei's breath, and their complexion turned ghastly pale in an instant.

"Lord Lei… Lord Lei is dead!"

A first‑generation Jiangnan underground top boss, and he just died silently at his own doorstep?

This matter instantly sparked Throughout Jiangnan!