Chapter 8

"Please, don't kill me. My father is Cao Hong. If you kill me, he won't let you off." Cao Ning felt his scalp tingle, a sense of impending death looming over him.

He was afraid that Ling Feng, not yet satisfied with the killings, might take his life as well, so he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Just like yesterday, I didn't kill you, did I?" Ling Feng said with a half-smile. "By the way, what did you say just now? Oh, I remember, you wanted to capture me and sever my tendons. Tell me, how should I treat you?"

"This..." Cao Ning, reminded by Ling Feng, couldn't help but recall what had happened yesterday. At that time, he had made Ling Feng kneel, but in the end, it was he who had to kneel.

And now, if he were to sever Ling Feng's tendons, that would mean...

Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "That, I was just joking with you, Brother. A great man doesn't hold a grudge against a small one. Please let me go. I promise I won't cause you any more trouble."

"Joking?" Ling Feng's face turned cold. If it weren't for his skills, the dead would have been him, not them.

Now that he knew he wasn't a match for him, this guy was saying it was a joke. His face was really thick.

"Since that's the case, I'll play a little joke on you too." Ling Feng said, and the dagger in his hand slowly moved toward Cao Ning's right hand.

"No, no, I was wrong. Please don't sever my tendons. I can give you spirit stones, even cultivation techniques." Cao Ning was afraid. If his tendons were severed, he would be ruined.

Although there were some medicines that could repair them, they were extremely expensive, and his father wouldn't spend such a large sum of money to treat him.

In this world, once you were ruined, your life was over.

"Oh? How much do you think your two hands and two legs are worth?" Ling Feng's eyes lit up at the mention of spirit stones. He needed a lot of spirit stones to improve his cultivation.

"I, I can give you twenty low-grade spirit stones." Cao Ning thought for a moment and finally gave this answer.

"Twenty? The son of the prestigious Cao family's limbs are only worth twenty low-grade spirit stones? Did I hear that right?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

"But I only have twenty on me. If you let me go, I can give you a hundred." Cao Ning's eyes lit up as he said this.

"Fine, twenty it is. Take the money and go." Ling Feng was a bit disappointed. He had hoped to gather enough for his cultivation, but it seemed that wasn't possible.

As for letting him go to fetch more, that was out of the question. Would he come back if he left?

"Here are twenty low-grade spirit stones. Count them." Cao Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took a gray cloth bag from his waist and handed it to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng took the bag without counting and kicked Cao Ning in the buttocks, saying, "Get lost."

To Ling Feng, these twenty low-grade spirit stones were nothing. He calculated that he needed at least two to three hundred to break through. Twenty weren't even enough to fill his teeth.

Moreover, compared to these twenty spirit stones, he wanted to kill Cao Ning even more.

But he couldn't kill him yet, at least not now. He still needed to stay here for a while.

However, this boy had been marked for death by Ling Feng. One day, he would die by his hand, because no one who had plotted against him had lived.

"Yes, yes." Cao Ning hurriedly nodded and slowly backed away, but a deep hatred flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Brat, just wait. I swear I won't rest until I take revenge."

Even now, Cao Ning was not willing to give up.

"Hmm?" Ling Feng also noticed his hatred and immediately felt the urge to kill, but he suppressed it, thinking it wasn't the right time.

But in that instant, a thick aura of killing intent enveloped Cao Ning, making him tremble and his expression change drastically.

Such a strong killing intent was something even the best hunter in the Cao family, who had killed the most beasts, couldn't match. In the entire Cao family, perhaps only his father could compare.

But his father was over fifty and had killed countless people. Ling Feng was only sixteen or seventeen, and it was hard to believe that such a young man could have such a strong killing intent.

At this moment, he truly realized how terrifying Ling Feng was.

Because such a strong killing intent wasn't something you got from killing a few beasts or a few people. What was even more terrifying was not how many beasts or people he had killed, but his courage.

Cao Ning had reason to believe that if Ling Feng was pushed to the limit, he would even dare to kill him.

"It seems I need to find another way to take revenge." Cao Ning wasn't stupid. Ling Feng's strength far exceeded that of an ordinary Earth Martial Realm warrior.

Unless an Earth Martial Realm expert was sent, it would be difficult to kill him.

But although he was Cao Hong's son, it was easy to mobilize a few Eighth Rank Human Martial Realm hunters, but to mobilize an Earth Martial Realm warrior, he needed his father's approval.

Because Earth Martial Realm warriors were the backbone of the Cao family. Losing one would cause severe damage to the Cao family.

Would his father mobilize such a force for such a small matter? The answer was no.

But this grudge he couldn't swallow.

"Right!" Suddenly, he thought of Xiao Ying's brother, Sun Xiaoshan.

"Wait and see, I'll make you realize how foolish it is to offend me." Cao Ning thought to himself, but his face showed no change as he hurriedly left the place.

Watching Cao Ning leave, Ling Feng's expression grew colder.

At this moment, he was very unhappy because he hated such a despicable person. According to his nature, he would have killed him to eliminate any future trouble.

But many issues made him hesitate and prevented him from acting.

He understood that what made him hesitate wasn't the strength of the other party, but his own lack of cultivation. If his cultivation was not Ninth Rank Human Martial Realm but Ninth Rank Earth Martial Realm,

It wouldn't matter if it were Cao Ning or even Cao Ning's father; he would kill them without hesitation.

"It seems I need to speed up my cultivation." Ling Feng was certain that this boy wouldn't give up so easily. He needed to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, or he would be at a disadvantage.

"This..." Xiao Ying's eyes widened, unable to believe what she saw.

Xiao Ying knew that Ling Feng was very strong; otherwise, Cao Ning wouldn't have been helpless against him. Cao Ning was a Fifth Rank Human Martial Realm cultivator.

And today, the four people Cao Ning brought were clearly stronger than him, and there were four of them.

As the saying goes, two fists can't match four hands, let alone eight hands.

But the result was that these four people didn't even last two rounds against Ling Feng and were all killed. It was truly unbelievable.

The shock to the old village chief was even greater. Xiao Ying didn't recognize these four people, but the old village chief did.

They weren't ordinary warriors. The four were the Cao family's top hunters, genuine Eighth Rank Human Martial Realm cultivators.

Moreover, they fought beasts every day, experienced life and death, and had trained in cooperative techniques. Together, they were comparable to an Earth Martial Realm warrior.

But they only lasted a few breaths against Ling Feng before being killed.

This meant that Ling Feng's true strength was at least comparable to a First or even Second Rank Earth Martial Realm expert, and he was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

To have the combat power of a First or even Second Rank Earth Martial Realm expert at sixteen or seventeen, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed it.

"Could he be the offspring of a major power, who fell to this state due to some misfortune?" The old village chief couldn't help but speculate.

Because no matter how talented a teenager was, it was impossible for them to have such terrifying strength unless they were a carefully trained disciple of a major power.

"I'm fine." Ling Feng shook his head and smiled warmly. "You all eat first. I'll take care of these guys."

Saying this, Ling Feng, as if nothing had happened, collected the spirit stones Cao Ning had left and dragged the four bodies out.

"This..." Seeing Ling Feng's current demeanor, the old village chief's eyebrows immediately raised.

He had seen killings before, but he had never seen someone so young remain so calm after killing, as if they had killed not a person but an animal.

"Xiao Ying, I heard you call him brother. Do you know his background?" The old village chief looked at Ling Feng's back and couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not sure!" Xiao Ying shook her head.

"Then what is your relationship?" The old village chief asked.

"He recognized me as his sister." Xiao Ying understood the old village chief's meaning, but when she mentioned that Ling Feng recognized her as his sister, her expression darkened.

"Only a sister?" The old village chief looked at Xiao Ying and immediately understood her meaning, feeling a bit sorry for her.