Chapter 269: Suppression and Killing

Watching as only two men in black remained on the field, and with Lin Dong also injured, Wei Zhuang secretly thought: "The time has come."

With a wave of his large hand, he ordered all the Sword Hall disciples to press the attack.

Following Wei Zhuang's order, the Sword Hall disciples moved rapidly; they surged toward the battlefield like a tide, completely surrounding the two remaining men in black and the remnants of the Lin Family guards.

Lin Dong stood to the side; although he was wounded, his gaze remained firm and sharp. Watching the Sword Hall disciples unfold their offensive in an orderly fashion, he wondered inwardly: "Where did this force come from?"

The Sword Hall disciples' offensive was as fierce as a rainstorm; utilizing their numerical advantage, they launched attack after attack. Although the remaining Lin Family guards were valiant and of high cultivation, they were injured and ultimately could not fight off so many opponents, gradually being slaughtered to the last.

Seeing this, the two surrounded men in black felt a flash of despair in their eyes. Before such a multitude of enemies, there was no longer any possibility of escape. Yet they did not give up resistance, instead gripping their weapons with all their might, attempting a final struggle.

But seeing that the other group was mainly surrounding the Lin Family people, the leader of the men in black, Su Qiang, shouted: "Fellow heroes, Su Qiang is willing to contribute to killing Lin Dong!"

The remaining Su Family descendant also held a sword blade aimed at Lin Dong.

At this moment, Lin Dong also understood: although the second group of people was numerous, their strength was generally low and far less important than the remnants of the Su Family; he feared they were just some family looking to take advantage of the situation.

That the Lin Family servants could buy him ten breaths of time to see the situation clearly was already considered loyal.

"Since you are all targeting the Lin Family, then come! Do you think this old man would be afraid of you?"

"Boom!"

Just at this moment, Lin Dong suddenly moved; he charged into the fray like a bolt of lightning, launching a lethal strike directly at the sword-wielding man in black. His speed was fast to the extreme, to the point that the man in black could not react in time.

Every one of Lin Dong's strikes contained surging Bone Strength and deep Blood Qi, as if he were a ferocious beast, making one shudder with fear. Although that man in black had decent strength, facing such a powerful enemy as Lin Dong, he still appeared inadequate.

After a few screams, that man in black finally fell into a pool of blood. Lin Dong looked at everything before him coldly, his heart without a ripple. His gaze was like a cold blade, making one afraid to look directly at it.

"Ah!"

Seeing this, a flash of despair and anger crossed Su Qiang's eyes. He knew he had reached a dead end, but even so, he did not choose to surrender. Instead, he used all his remaining strength to launch a final attack on Lin Dong.

In this instant, Su Qiang displayed astonishing explosive power. His muscles tensed, and his bones cracked and popped, as if he were about to break through his limits. His gaze was filled with firmness and resolution, making one unable to help but be shocked.

The Blood Qi condensed on the Gauntlet in his hand, resembling amber and emitting a lethal aura. Pouring all his power into this strike, Su Qiang wanted to use this punch to prove his existence, even if it were only for the final moment.

Lin Dong sensed Su Qiang's determination; he frowned slightly, knowing this strike could absolutely not be taken lightly. He took a deep breath, mobilizing all his power, and prepared to meet Su Qiang's challenge. A confident light flickered in his eyes; he believed he could certainly withstand this strike.

Just as Su Qiang was about to strike, Lin Dong suddenly moved. His entire body's strength surged forth, and as he turned sideways, he struck Su Qiang's waist and abdomen with full force, rushing at Su Qiang like a cannonball.

Su Qiang had originally intended to attack Lin Dong directly, but seeing Lin Dong's fierce offensive, he had to change his move midway, forcibly twisting his body to land his final strike on Lin Dong's chest.

Lin Dong let out a muffled groan and was knocked back several steps, the bones in his chest shattering. As for Su Qiang, because he had forcibly changed his move, he suffered a massive backlash, falling heavily to the ground and unable to move again.

His face was pale, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, but his gaze remained firm, without the slightest intention of retreating.

Yet all the power in his body had already drifted away like willow catkins; Su Qiang shed two lines of bloody tears, only hating that his own strength was insufficient, stuck at the Bone Refining Perfection bottleneck and unable to make progress.

He himself was mostly to blame for the Su Family falling to this state today; who told him to be deceived by someone he considered a good brother!

Ignoring the small fries around him, Lin Dong clutched his chest and asked Su Qiang: "Where is Su Min? Where is the item?"

Su Qiang coughed up blood incessantly and laughed loudly: "Old dog Lin Dong still wants the item? Go eat shit!"

Lin Dong was not annoyed; in these decades, there was no storm Su Min hadn't seen, and he retorted: "Nephew Su Qiang, such indecency is truly uncalled for. My nephew Lin Sheng was also your close friend; however, it was you who leaked your own family's secrets, leading to your clan's destruction. Why be so hostile toward my Lin Family? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself; you cannot blame others."

Su Qiang's eyes were blood-red, and he gnashed his teeth at Lin Dong, but upon hearing the end, he was even more furious, subsequently falling into foolish regret: "That's right, it's all my fault for harming the Su Family."

Lin Dong was about to ask more when a question suddenly appeared from outside the field: "Su Min, is it this young lady?"

Su Qiang and Lin Dong looked outward, only to see a handsome, sunny man walking slowly toward them, with a sturdy and burly man behind him pinning down a man in black who was struggling incessantly.

Dressed entirely in black, one could not tell the gender, save for the eyebrow lines on the eyes which proved this person was a woman.

Su Qiang struggled violently: "Bastard, she is not Su Min. Let her go!"

This "there is no silver three hundred taels here" display made Lin Dong overjoyed.

Seeing Cheng Feng suddenly appear on the battlefield, Wei Zhuang was terrified that something might happen to Cheng Feng, so he hurriedly walked to Cheng Feng's side to guard him, while the other disciples who recognized Cheng Feng bowed and saluted sporadically: "Greetings, Sect Master."

Subsequently, the sound, sparse at first and then becoming uniform, resounded through Luoshui Canyon: "Greetings, Sect Master."

Cheng Feng waved his hand and said directly to Wei Zhuang: "Order the cleanup of the battlefield!"

Wei Zhuang busied himself with giving orders: "Disciples, heed the order: clean up the battlefield!"

Situ Jian and Wei Yin led the Sword Hall disciples to clean up the battlefield, their peripheral vision curiously sizing up Cheng Feng, this mysterious first Sect Master of the Hong Sect.

Ba Bai pulled the tear-streaked Su Min away, increasing the distance from the two people opposite.

Lin Dong looked at Cheng Feng and said: "This friend, if you can hand Su Min over to me, the Lin Mansion will definitely provide a generous reward—medicinal herbs, martial arts, gold, silver, jewelry, beautiful women—you may choose as you please."

Cheng Feng raised an eyebrow and smiled: "What a grand return gift; I was almost moved by you."

Watching Cheng Feng's performance, Lin Dong frowned slightly and said: "Friend, do not be unappreciative. With only one Bone Refining Perfection swordsman by your side, do you really think I, Lin Dong, am afraid?"