This person was none other than the Leng Family Patriarch's close guard and high-level expert, Ao Jian.

It could be said that Ao Jian was the most top-notch expert in the entire Leng Family.

Having received favors from the Leng Family in his early years, he had stayed with them ever since.

"Ao Jian, you're here, great, kill him!"

Leng Rufeng, seeing Ao Jian arrive, said with an excited face.

Ao Jian went straight to Leng Rufeng and drew the long sword from the ground.

With the long sword in hand, Ao Jian's aura instantly became incredibly sharp.

A cutting-edge aura burst forth from his body.

His eyes conveyed a sense of cold pride, and his expression was indifferent.

"Young master, you go back, leave him to me!"

Ao Jian said indifferently.

"No, I want to personally watch this brat die in front of me!"

Leng Rufeng's eyes were coldly fixed on Chu Feng.

"Ao Jian—a good name, too bad you're following the wrong person!"

Chu Feng looked at Ao Jian and smiled lightly.

Ao Jian didn't speak, only holding the long sword.

He walked step by step towards Chu Feng.

An invisible Sword Intent diffused from his body.

This Ao Jian's strength had reached the High Stage of the Postnatal Realm.

He was only half a step away from the Peak of the Postnatal Realm.

And although he was only at the High Stage of the Postnatal Realm,

the Sword Intent emanating from him indicated his deep research and understanding of the sword.

"One Sword Flying Dragon!!!"

Ao Jian suddenly shouted, unleashing a powerful sword move.

One sword shot towards Chu Feng, exploding with terrifying Primordial Qi Power.

It rushed towards Chu Feng like a dragon.

Faint dragon roars could be heard.

This sword was fierce and fast,

and even a Peak Postnatal Realm expert would find it hard to withstand.

Watching Ao Jian take action, Leng Rufeng's mouth curled into a cold smile as he watched Chu Feng.

With Ao Jian making a move, this kid was surely dead.

After all, Ao Jian was someone who could even slay a Peak Postnatal Realm expert.

Watching Ao Jian's overwhelmingly aggressive attack come, Chu Feng flicked his finger.

Clang!!!

A piercing clash resounded.

Following Chu Feng's flick,

Ao Jian's entire outburst was instantly crushed.

The forward movement of his sword blade even halted momentarily.

"Ha!!!"

Ao Jian forcefully let out a low cry, his body's Primordial Qi circulating once more.

The sword blade shifted, attacking Chu Feng with an oblique thrust.

Chu Feng stood still, simply watching the long sword in Ao Jian's hand strike.

Just as the long sword was about to pierce through Chu Feng's body,

suddenly, the long sword stopped moving.

No matter how much force Ao Jian exerted, the long sword in his hand could not advance even half an inch.

Because at that moment, Chu Feng's two fingers had clamped down on the opponent's long sword, rendering it immovable.

Crack!!!

Chu Feng twisted his fingers.

The long sword that had accompanied Ao Jian for decades was directly snapped in two, becoming a broken sword.

Boom!!!

Seeing this scene, Ao Jian's complexion changed.

His expression appeared incredibly ugly, sporting the look of a defeated soul.

Chu Feng, holding the broken half of the blade, swept it forward.

Splurt!!!

Ao Jian had no defense, his throat directly slit by his own sword blade.

A bright red spray of blood jetted out, gushing continuously.

Ao Jian's eyes carried a complex expression as he fell to the ground.

The top-class expert of the Leng Family, Ao Jian, met such a tragic death at the hands of his own sharp sword.

Although Postnatal Realm High Stage was very strong, strong enough to roam across the Jiangnan Seven States with impunity,

he proved to be no match for Chu Feng.

"You have a decent talent, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong master to follow!"

Chu Feng said coldly as he looked at Ao Jian lying on the ground.

At this moment, Leng Rufeng, watching the scene unfold, felt a fierce shiver in his heart.

His eyes were wide with disbelief.

He had never imagined that Ao Jian, with his strength, would also be instantly killed by Chu Feng.

This was a blow too great for him, and he found it hard to accept.

How could this young man be so terrifying?

Is he a man, or a god?

Leng Rufeng now stood there, staring blankly at Chu Feng.

At this moment, Chu Feng's figure had once again appeared before Leng Rufeng, looking at him coldly:

"This time, I really want to see who will save you!"

"You... you can't kill me, I..."

Looking into Chu Feng's eyes, which were terrifying like a demon's,

Leng Rufeng's body trembled and he quickly spoke.

Boom!!!

However, before Leng Rufeng could finish his words, Chu Feng threw a punch.

The punch landed squarely on Leng Rufeng's chest.

It sent him flying like a cannonball.

Splurch!!!

Leng Rufeng crashed to the ground, spitting out a thick mouthful of blood, hanging on to life by a thread.

"Send your Family Head back to the Leng Family immediately!"

Chu Feng's gaze swept coldly towards the few remaining subordinates of Leng Rufeng who were not yet dead.

These remaining subordinates were filled with sharp fear in their eyes as they looked at Chu Feng.

Hearing his words, they didn't dare to utter another word, promptly moving towards Leng Rufeng.

They quickly lifted up the barely alive Leng Rufeng and rapidly left the place.

At this moment, the intense battle also came to an end.

In the end, Chu Feng dominated the scene, killing over a hundred people,

including the three elders of the Chen Family, and Leng Rufeng and Ao Jian of the Leng Family.

The street was piled with corpses,

appearing bloody and brutal, as if it had turned into a scene straight out of Hell.

After that, Chu Feng left the area directly.

And as he did, the bodies of the hundred or so people lying on the ground suddenly burst into flames out of nowhere.

All of them were inexplicably burning.

The people inside the hotel were stunned.

Cai Shuyuan watched Chu Feng's retreating figure, her eyes flickering with complex emotions, and a slight tremor arose in her heart.

At this moment, the image of Chu Feng, as formidable as a Supreme being of Heaven and Earth, was deeply etched in her mind.

After leaving the hotel, Chu Feng was about to meet up with Lin Shiyu and the others.

However, as he was passing a street, he heard a familiar voice.

Currently, on one side of this street, there lay four or five bodies, all female.

Standing beside these bodies was a woman in black, wearing a black lace mask—Black Widow.

In one hand, she held a dagger, and in the other, the Jade Flute she had acquired from the auction.

Her gaze was sharply fixed on the seven people in front of her.

Among these seven, a woman in her thirties, beautiful and statuesque with the allure of a mature woman, looked coldly at Black Widow:

"Because of you, my older brother died. I can't believe that after all these years, you still dare to show your face,"

"and you even secured the only memento of my brother, that Jade Flute. Hand it over."

"Take your own life as an apology to my older brother."

"Indeed, his death was because of me, but I promised him,"

"I would live well, so I won't die, and as for this Jade Flute, I will not return it to you."

"It was his, and I will take good care of it on his behalf!"

Black Widow stated with an icy expression.

"Since you are so obstinate, I will personally send you to Hell to accompany my brother!"

The thirty-something woman's eyes were cold as she stared at Black Widow, and with a swift move,

a sharp sword appeared in her hand, and she attacked Black Widow.

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