Chapter 41

However, just as the small, sharp-faced man was about to reach out his hand, Shen Lang pulled back the hand holding the bag, leaving him grabbing at air.

"We've had many dealings. Perhaps you remember a phrase I used to say often?" Shen Lang said with a cold look in his eyes, which made the small, sharp-faced man shudder.

"W-What phrase?" The small man instinctively took a step back.

Young Shen Lang was notorious for fighting without fear of death. If not for the numbers against him, most people wouldn't dare provoke him.

Shen Lang chuckled and said, "I used to say, 'Beating me or insulting me, I wouldn't mind too much, but insulting my parents is a no-go...' Do you remember this phrase?"

"Go to hell! I'll kill you..." The leader's face was full of malice. After cursing, he slapped Shen Lang.

Shen Lang's hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the leader's wrist. A flash of light erupted from where their hands met, illuminating the dark night sky.

The leader screamed in pain, his body paralyzed and unable to move.

But it wasn't over yet. Shen Lang tightened his grip, and the sound of bones cracking echoed from the leader's wrist...

His wrist was crushed by Shen Lang!

"Kill him!" The other three, who had just taken a step back, immediately shouted and drew their swords, stabbing at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang stood there calmly. To him, the actions of these mere Force Warrior Realm servants were excruciatingly slow.

No speed, no strength.

And no sword techniques or martial arts worth mentioning.

"Today, none of you will escape!" He said coolly.

Shen Lang flicked his finger, deflecting the first sword, then kicked the leader in the stomach, sending him flying with a mouthful of blood.

At the same moment, Shen Lang's body spun like a whirlwind. As his robe fluttered, the three men felt a force pulling them, altering the trajectory of their swords.

They then felt intense pain in their chests. Shen Lang had somehow broken out of their encirclement, and their swords had pierced one of their own, forming a triangular shape!

"Ahh!" The three men screamed in pain, dropping their swords and retreating.

Shen Lang appeared beside the small, sharp-faced man. The man, terrified, tried to step back, but Shen Lang's right hand reached out, grabbing the hilt of the sword embedded in his body, and yanked it out!

A jet of blood spurted out with the man's inhuman scream. At that moment, Shen Lang's right foot stomped the ground, and he leaped into the air with the sword.

"Swish, swish, swish!" His body spun gracefully in the air, the sword flashing with a trail of light, moving as fast as lightning. In the midst of the sword energy, six arms flew into the sky.

The small, sharp-faced man felt another wave of intense pain. His two arms were severed at the shoulders, and two jets of blood spurted out.

"Those are our arms..." was the only thought that crossed his mind. Then, the pain spread throughout his body, and he blacked out, falling to the ground, unconscious.

The other three, with both arms severed, fainted from the pain. The leader, who had just screamed, was so terrified by the scene that he forgot about his crushed wrist and scrambled to escape towards the Shen family compound.

"This kid isn't human; he's a demon... If I can just get inside, I might have a chance to live!"

"Whoosh!"

A sword pierced his back, burying itself to the hilt.

The force of the sword sent him flying, and he was impaled on a tree at the entrance of the Shen family compound.

"Ugh..." Blood gushed from his mouth, and he could only make indistinct sounds.

He turned his head with great effort, feeling the world darken. Everything seemed to slow down, and he saw Shen Lang walking past him, turning his head slightly and giving him a cold, indifferent look.

Those eyes were deep like the sea, and seemed to come from hell... This was the last thing he saw in his life.

Then, darkness enveloped him, and he died.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why the weakling who had been bullied since childhood had become so powerful, so powerful that they couldn't resist him...

And his methods were so ruthless, without any hesitation.

The Shen family, one of the four major clans in Tianfeng City, certainly wouldn't have only a few servants at the gate.

But after seeing Shen Lang kill those servants like a god of death and then walk away calmly, both the servants and the guards fled in panic.

This was too terrifying. No one had ever dared to kill at the Shen family gate.

And to kill so many!

Moreover, no one had ever seen anyone kill so cleanly and gracefully, as if it were an art!

That cold, emotionless gaze, as if from the depths of hell, made anyone who met it feel their heart and soul shudder, their body numb...

This scene was destined to spread quickly throughout the Shen family.

"The Shen family might be changing..."

Shen Lang, of course, didn't care about what these people thought or felt. He entered the Shen family compound and hurried towards his home.

He hadn't seen his parents for months and missed them dearly.

However, though he didn't want to cause trouble, trouble seemed to always find him. His slightly restored state of mind was once again disrupted.

Under the tree by the front door, the maid Xiaohong was being harassed by someone, pleading with them.

"Mr. Feng, please let me go. I need to go back and cook for Master and Mistress!" Xiaohong tried to move forward several times, but was blocked by Mr. Feng each time.

Mr. Feng, with his small mustache and in his thirties, was holding Xiaohong's empty right hand, caressing it while saying, "What's the rush? They won't starve if you're a bit late... Xiaohong, what do you think about what I said last time? Give everything to me. If you agree, I can protect you, let you live a good life. Isn't that better than being a maid?"

"You..." Xiaohong pulled her hand away from his grasp, blushing. "Mr. Feng, please be more respectful! I'm not interested in what you said. I'm the Mistress's maid, and she treats me like a daughter. I can't leave her and Master. Give up on this! If you don't let me go, I'll call for help!"

"Call for help? Go ahead, see if anyone hears you!" Mr. Feng, seeing his goal unmet, revealed his vicious side. He pushed Xiaohong to the ground, scattering the vegetables in her basket.

"Ungrateful thing! Their family is finished, can't you see? What status do they have left in the Shen family? You little wretch, still clinging on here, what for?" Mr. Feng cursed, and in his anger, he stomped on a melon on the ground, crushing it.

Xiaohong, tears streaming down her face, picked up the scattered items, gritting her teeth and not responding.

Mr. Feng became even angrier, lifting his leg to stomp on Xiaohong's head. Suddenly...

A hand reached out from behind, grabbing his shoulder, preventing him from leaning forward.

"Who! Who the hell dares to interfere with my business?" Mr. Feng turned around, coldly shouting.

As soon as he turned, a large hand appeared, slapping him across the face!

"Slap!"

A crisp sound echoed, and Mr. Feng felt a tremendous force. He spun 360 degrees on the ground like a top and then fell, his head hitting a stone, causing a bloody gash.

"Ah! Who dares to hit Mr. Feng! I'll make you pay with your life!" Mr. Feng, though not highly skilled, had practiced martial arts. He sprang up from the ground like a spring.

But as soon as he turned, another hand appeared, slapping him even faster, leaving no room for him to dodge!

"Slap!"

This time, Mr. Feng didn't spin like a top; he was slapped directly into the wall, making intimate contact with it.

Mr. Feng was almost driven mad with anger. In the Shen family, except for the clan leader and elders, even the young masters treated him with respect. Who was this bastard who dared to attack him multiple times!

Most importantly, he hadn't even seen what the person looked like after being hit several times!

It made him furious!

"Master! Is it you, Master?" Xiaohong exclaimed in surprise.

"Master?" Mr. Feng was stunned. Who else could Xiaohong call "Master" except for that waste, Shen Lang?

Was I just hit by that waste?

That doesn't make sense! How could that be...

"If it really is that waste, I'll tear him to pieces!"