Chapter 8: Old Dog, You Should Be the One to Kneel!

Wang Yunfei and Yang Mingxuan had finished their discussion, and just then a message arrived.

The Qin Family's people marched in great numbers toward the Lin Family, and Ziyun City was already in an uproar.

This battle would surely reduce the Four Great Families of Ziyun City by one—whether it be the Lin Family or the Qin Family, it was too early to say for certain.

"Clan Leader Wang, shall we go take a look at the situation?"

Yang Mingxuan rose and invited him, and Wang Yunfei gladly agreed.

This great battle would decide the future of their two families.

Outside the Lin residence, not a single soul could be seen at this moment; with such a major incident happening in Ziyun City, the common folk had long since hidden far away.

On the main avenue leading straight to the Lin Family, Qin Family disciples held sharp blades in hand, their killing intent surging.

Leading them was Qin Potian, his black robe billowing without wind, a pair of deep eyes swirling with killing intent. The moment he saw the Lin Family's gate, he struck out without warning.

A blast of force shot forth in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

The strength of the Wudao Realm exceeded everyone's understanding; that blast of force could probably easily crush a Martial Pill Realm expert of the eighth or ninth level.

Naturally, the Lin Family's gate turned to powder before that blast of force.

Along with it, the two gatekeepers inside were sent flying, coughing up fresh blood, and collapsed heavily wounded.

"Lin Feng! Get out here and die!"

That voice spread throughout Ziyun City, rolling like thunder, deafening to the ear.

Coincidentally, Shen Ao, who was halfway there, heard this voice and immediately walked to a tall building nearby to gaze into the distance.

Shen Ao's eyes lit up as he said: "The Qin Family's Ancestor Qin Potian has actually also broken through to the Wudao Realm. This really is a clash of dragons and tigers—there'll be a fine show to watch this time!"

The attendant beside him showed an awkward look: "City Lord, then shall we still deliver that generous gift of ours?"

Hearing this, Shen Ao sneered: "Of course we'll deliver it! But this City Lord only delivers to the winning side!"

In a battle of dragon and tiger, whoever wins would receive his generous gift.

On one hand, he could offer early congratulations and build good relations; on the other, he could take a share for himself, fishing in troubled waters.

To be able to sit in the position of Ziyun City's City Lord, Shen Ao was no fool either.

At this moment, the entire Lin Family heard that furious roar, and the Lin Family's people all looked up toward one place.

Elder Lin Hai's heart trembled, and a look of terror appeared on his old face.

"Have the Qin Family gone mad? They still dare come to the Lin Family looking for trouble? Do they think not enough people have died?"

Lin Hai came to his senses and immediately instructed those beside him: "Go, quickly summon the Clan Leader here!"

Only Lin Feng could hold the Qin Family in check now; as long as Lin Feng was here, the Lin Family would not perish.

"Elder, the Clan Leader has already gone to the front gate," a clan member reported hurriedly.

At this moment, at the Lin Family's main gate, a slightly thin figure walked over slowly—it was Lin Feng.

"Look, that's Lin Feng."

"You damn dog thief, you killed our Qin Family's Clan Leader, and even threatened to trample our Qin Family flat."

"Today we shall first wipe out the entire Lin Family! The men shall be beheaded and skinned, the women seized as lowly slaves and humiliated day after day! Even so, it will hardly vent the hatred in our hearts!"

The Qin Family's people glared furiously, and the expressions of those few who had previously gone to the Qin Family were especially savage.

"Ancestor, that's Lin Feng—he's the one who killed the Clan Leader!"

"You must avenge the Clan Leader!"

The Qin Family's people wailed their grievances, and Qin Potian's face darkened to the extreme. He pointed with one hand, his beard and hair bristling.

"You shall die…"

However, before Qin Potian could finish speaking, Lin Feng stepped forward.

He released his aura all around, his sword-like brows rose sharply, and his voice thundered: "I just slaughtered a little dog of the Qin Family, and now another old dog of the Qin Family comes."

"I haven't even gone looking for you, yet you deliver yourselves to be slaughtered. Very well—today this Clan Leader will indulge himself and have a few more meals of dog meat to spice things up!"

Quite a number of Lin Family disciples had already gathered, and they happened to hear these words.

"The Clan Leader is so domineering—he's treating the Qin Family like dogs to slaughter."

"Isn't that right? Qin Shan was killed by the Clan Leader like a dog."

"Hahaha! We'll just follow along and have some soup—I hear dog meat tastes absolutely wonderful."

Faced with such mockery, the Qin Family's people were so angry they nearly burst into flames, gripping the blades in their hands so tightly they could have wished to hack into the Lin Family's people the very next moment.

Qin Potian was so enraged his eyes nearly split.

He had come to their doorstep to kill, yet this brat Lin Feng showed not the slightest panic?

So what if he had broken through to the Wudao Realm?

Who here wasn't at the Wudao Realm?

The Qin Family had accumulated for many years, with deep foundations—how could the Lin Family, these nouveau riches, possibly compare?

"With death at your door, you still dare talk tough. Today this old man has come out of seclusion, and I shall avenge my son Shan!"

"Once I take your head and send it to sacrifice before Shan, not a single person in your Lin Family will escape. I will personally carve the flesh off your bodies!"

Qin Potian gritted his teeth, every word squeezed out from between them.

Now, more words were useless; the life or death of the Qin and Lin Families would be decided today.

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back and swept a glance at Qin Potian.

"This old dog is also at the Wudao Realm, but he has only just entered it, his foundation is unstable—looks like he just came out of seclusion," Lin Feng thought to himself.

If the System hadn't descended, the Lin Family would truly be finished today.

A family that had accumulated for a hundred years indeed had powerful foundations.

But!

From now on, his Lin Family also has foundation, and fears no person or faction!

He, Lin Feng, is the Lin Family's foundation!

"Kneel before this old man!"

Qin Potian gave a great shout, and a terrifying pressure swept out.

The Qin Family crowd was immensely thrilled, the Ancestor's might is unrivaled under heaven!

The Lin Family crowd's faces changed drastically, each one paling, retreating one after another.

The pressure of the Wudao Realm is not something they can bear.

"Old dog, you're the one who should kneel!"

Lin Feng's lips curled, his whole body's energy surging like a volcano erupting.

Pressure sweeping forth — what is a mere beginner of the Wudao Realm?

At this moment, Lin Feng displayed the formidable strength of Enlightenment Realm Second Layer, merely taking one step forward and casting one glance.

"Gulp…"

The Qin Family crowd was so nervous they kept swallowing saliva; those with weaker Cultivation even rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot.

Even the Qin Family's Elders felt a mountain on their shoulders, their legs involuntarily bending to kneel, drenched in cold sweat.

Qin Potian's old eyes flickered with panic, his lips pale.

His whole body trembled ceaselessly, shaking like sifted chaff.

"Wudao Realm… Second Layer!"

Qin Potian lost his voice, excitedly shouting out Lin Feng's Cultivation.

He never could have imagined that this young Clan Leader of the Lin Family was not a beginner of the Wudao Realm at all, but had reached Enlightenment Realm Second Layer.

One layer of Cultivation is one mountain, each layer a heaven-defying trial!

Below the Wudao Realm, perhaps a single layer's gap in Cultivation can still be barely fought, but once one enters the Wudao Realm, the disparity only grows more obvious.

A difference of one layer is truly a heavenly chasm!

"You're the one who should kneel!"

Lin Feng's voice was like thunder, his words landing like a thunderbolt exploding in Qin Potian's mind.

His legs trembled, and he actually could not help but kneel to Lin Feng.

The Lin Family crowd was full of disbelief; their previously panicked faces instantly filled with joy.

Elder Lin Hai arrived, a pair of old eyes rolling with wild delight.

"Heaven blesses my Lin Family, heaven prospers my Lin Family!"

Lin Hai's old tears flowed freely — from now on in Ziyun City, there is only one voice — and that is the Lin Family!

"No!"

Qin Potian roared; he had spent several generations of family fortune to accumulate, barely breaking into the Wudao Realm, yet now suppressed by a mere yellow-haired child?

So what if it's Enlightenment Realm Second Layer?

His Qin Family's foundation still remains!