Chapter 357: The Death of Li Lang

Watching Li Lang prepare to lead dozens of men forward to fight to the death,

Cheng Feng laughed: "A mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating one's own strength."

Cheng Feng launched his action directly.

His figure flashed, appearing before Li Lang like a ghost, and he slammed a fist toward his chest.

The Master-level Mountain Crushing Fist exerted an exceptionally powerful effect in Cheng Feng's hands at this moment.

Feeling the waves of intense fluctuations coming from his chest,

Li Lang was shocked and pale; he hurriedly channeled his internal energy to resist.

Yet this punch from Cheng Feng seemed to contain infinite power, making it impossible for him to withstand.

Li Lang only felt a sharp pain in his chest, his entire body sent flying backward by the impact, crashing heavily against the warehouse wall.

"Cough, cough..." Li Lang coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood, his complexion turning exceptionally pale.

He understood that he was no longer a match for Cheng Feng.

At this moment, Cheng Feng did not give him a chance to catch his breath. His figure flashed again, appearing before Li Lang's accomplices.

His Fist Technique was sharp and swift, every punch enough to be fatal. Under his attacks, Li Lang's accomplices fell to the ground one after another, unable to rise.

Cheng Feng did not even deign to draw his blade against mere small-fry who had not even reached Blood Refining.

The warehouse was a scene of utter chaos, the air permeated with the scent of blood and despair.

Looking at his accomplices lying on the ground, Li Lang's heart was filled with remorse and helplessness.

He had reached a dead end, yet in his despair, he still tried to grasp at a final shred of survival.

Watching Cheng Feng gradually approach, Li Lang hurriedly waved his hands, his voice carrying a hint of urgency: "Wait, don't you want to know the whereabouts of the Silver Body Technique?"

He attempted to use the tempting information of the Silver Body Technique to trade for his own life.

Cheng Feng stopped his steps, looking at Li Lang with eyes like torches, a playful smile curling the corners of his mouth: "I don't just want to know the whereabouts of the Silver Body Technique; I also want to know who is fishing behind your back."

His tone was calm and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing this, Li Lang's heart jolted slightly. He had not expected Cheng Feng to so keenly perceive that there was a greater master behind him.

Clearly, he had never spoken of it to the outside world, had he?

At this moment, he had no path of retreat to speak of and could only bite the bullet and continue weaving lies.

"Cheng Feng, listen to my explanation, I am just an Ordinary Martial Artist..." Li Lang had just begun to speak when he was coldly interrupted by Cheng Feng.

"No need to explain." Cheng Feng's tone was icy and firm.

"The person behind you wants to use the Silver Body Technique to achieve their own goals.

And you are nothing more than a chess piece in their hands."

Li Lang's complexion turned exceptionally ugly; he knew deep down that he could no longer hide the truth.

However, he was still unwilling to be captured without a fight, attempting to use words to provoke Cheng Feng, hoping to find a sliver of a chance to escape.

"Cheng Feng, so what if you know? They are an existence you cannot afford to provoke." Li Lang's words carried a hint of provocation and threat.

Cheng Feng, however, was not provoked by his words.

On the contrary, he began to laugh, secretly rejoicing in his heart that he had finally tricked the truth out of Li Lang.

"So it really was a trick? I knew it.

A Bone Refining Late Stage Martial Artist, how could they not make a name for themselves anywhere, and why would they do such bitter, tiring work as shipping?"

Cheng Feng pondered secretly in his heart, while his expression remained calm, as if victory were already in his grasp.

He continued: "Let me guess, your master is not one of those wealthy, powerful clans."

Upon hearing this, Li Lang's heart jolted slightly, but his face did not show any abnormality.

Seeing this, Cheng Feng became even more certain of his guess.

"And not someone from the government either." Cheng Feng continued, his tone carrying a hint of certainty and confidence.

Li Lang's expression changed at this point; he had not expected Cheng Feng to so keenly perceive the power behind him.

He had already fallen into a desperate situation, and no matter how he struggled, he could not escape the judgment of fate.

Just as he was about to make a move to commit suicide right there,

Cheng Feng did not give him any chance to catch his breath.

His figure flashed, appearing before Li Lang like a ghost, and he grabbed him by the collar.

"Speak, who exactly is your master?" Cheng Feng's tone carried a hint of sharpness and was beyond questioning.

Li Lang was intimidated by Cheng Feng's aura; he said with a trembling voice: "I... I cannot say... They will kill me..." His voice was filled with fear and despair.

Cheng Feng sneered, his eyes revealing an unquestionable ruthlessness: "Do you think you can save your life by not speaking?

Don't forget, you are now my prisoner.

If you don't cooperate, I have plenty of ways to make you talk.

Thousand Cuts, Bone Knocking Marrow Blowing, Ants Climbing Tree, Sheep Tongue Hanging Silk—you surely don't want to experience such pain."

Upon hearing this, a deep sense of despair and fear welled up in Li Lang's heart.

Others are the knife and chopping board, I am the fish and meat.

In his despair, he could only helplessly lower his head, preparing to accept the judgment of fate.

Just at this moment, a sharp aura suddenly locked onto Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng's heart stirred, and he immediately sensed danger.

He turned, his long blade at his waist slashing out in one fluid motion, the blade light like lightning, tearing through the air.

But a black shadow swept past the reach of Cheng Feng's blade attack with astonishing speed, lunging straight toward Li Lang.

Seeing this, Li Lang was shocked and shouted: "Help!"

Cheng Feng's heart tightened; he never expected that someone would intervene to save Li Lang at this critical, hair-trigger moment.

Cheng Feng quickly adjusted his posture, exerted force from his waist, and swung his long saber again like a dragon, carrying a fierce blade-wind as he attempted to block the black shadow's swift attack.

However, the black shadow's speed was truly too fast, like a bolt of black lightning, instantly breaking through Cheng Feng's defensive line.

Cheng Feng's long saber traced a cold light in the air, yet it could only barely touch the hem of the black shadow's garment.

That momentary sensation was like touching a cold, frigid wind,

causing Cheng Feng's heart to jolt; he knew deeply that this opponent's strength was no small matter.

Watching the "duck" already in his grasp about to fly away,

Cheng Feng was burning with anxiety and shouted, "Mechanical Dog, open fire!"

The Mechanical Dog, which had long been poised and ready, spat tongues of fire from its back,

and bullets like an angry swarm of bees shot rapidly toward the direction of the black shadow and Li Lang.

The loud "rat-tat-tat" sound echoed through the warehouse,

making the Black Ear members guarding outside feel their blood boil with excitement and full of confidence.

"Is this the legendary method of the Cheng Sect Master?"

The black shadow's alarm bells rang loudly; his movement technique was ethereal, like a ghost,

weaving flexibly within the narrow space and dodging the bullets fired from a distance one by one.

He thought to himself, "What kind of hidden weapon is this? The firing speed is so fast?

It seems this person cannot be taken away."

At the same time, Li Lang watched the change in the black shadow's expression and secretly thought it was bad.

He felt a cold sensation on his neck,

and a Sharp Blade had already taken the opportunity to slice a thin slit across his neck,

with fresh blood instantly staining his collar red.