Everyone was taken aback, as they had not expected that the attack by nine men would be at a disadvantage. Zhao Gang knew that Ling Zhenfei was formidable and that even his nine brothers might not be his match.

"Ling Zhenfei, I see you won't give up until you're at death's door. You're asking for this!" Having said that, he slashed Zhuo Yue's face with a knife.

Ah!

Zhuo Yue couldn't help but let out a scream, as blood immediately streamed down her beautiful face.

When Ling Zhenfei heard Zhuo Yue's cry, he became somewhat unsettled and was punched on the body, flinging him several steps back. Fortunately, his inner strength was profound; otherwise, he would not have been able to get up again so soon.

"Kid, if you dare to fight back, I will slash another cut on this side of her face," Zhao Gang said, visibly pleased with the effectiveness of his method.

Zhang Lie and the others still did not stop hitting him. Under Zhao Gang's threat, Ling Zhenfei did not fight back and was continuously punched several times.

"Ling Zhenfei, are you stupid? Either run away fast or kill them all; otherwise, I look down on you." Zhuo Yue's voice came through, seemingly injecting Ling Zhenfei with a shot of adrenaline. His fists, filled with spiritual power, lashed out at the people around him, akin to a Heavenly God descended to earth, sending two men flying with blows from each fist, causing Zhang Lie and the others to step back several paces in fright.

But Zhao Gang was furious: "Damn it, he's not listening to me." While saying this, he slashed another cut on the other side of Zhuo Yue's face.

This time, Zhuo Yue endured the pain without screaming, but Ling Zhenfei saw it all. His fists pummeled like raindrops toward Zhao Gang's direction, but he was stopped by Zhang Lie and others. Ling Zhenfei was stronger than them, but defeating them was not that easy.

Seeing that Ling Zhenfei was targeting him made Zhao Gang even angrier: "Kid, you're still fighting back. You want to save this woman, don't you? You must like her a lot, then fine, I'll take this girl right here."

Ling Zhenfei's mind numbed. How could he possibly watch Zhuo Yue be humiliated? It could be said that Zhao Gang had found his weak spot.

"Stop, I surrender," Ling Zhenfei shouted towards Zhao Gang, and everyone was stunned. Ling Zhenfei stopped his movements and no longer fought back, only to be kicked to the ground by Zhang Lie.

Zhao Gang also got up from on top of Zhuo Yue and cursed: "Ungrateful brat, if you had done this earlier, wouldn't that have been fine?"

Earlier, Ling Zhenfei had beaten up several guys. Now it was their time for revenge; several of them went up to Ling Zhenfei, who was not fighting back, and started kicking and punching him.

All these people were cultivators, and their fists were not ordinary. If ordinary people hit Ling Zhenfei, he wouldn't feel it, but these cultivators possessed significant spiritual power. The beating they gave was no small matter.

In less than half a minute, Ling Zhenfei had spit out a mouthful of blood and was clearly injured.

Zhao Gang and the others, seeing Ling Zhenfei being beaten without fighting back, finally burst out laughing. Capturing Ling Zhenfei and Zhuo Yue was as good as having forty million RMB. Even if ten people shared it, that was four million each—no one could hide their delight.

"Ling Zhenfei!"

Just as the group was beating Ling Zhenfei and feeling joyous, suddenly Zhuo Yue's shout caught everyone's attention. Ling Zhenfei quickly looked in Zhuo Yue's direction, only to see Zhuo Yue already standing up, her face covered in blood, holding a dagger in her hand—it was the one previously held by Zhao Gang. The dagger was now at her own throat, apparently ready to commit suicide.

"Hey, young lady, what are you doing? Put the knife down." Everyone realized what Zhuo Yue's suicide would mean.

Zhuo Yue's hand didn't move as his eyes looked in the direction of Ling Zhenfei, suddenly he burst into laughter, "Having you in my life, I'm satisfied, goodbye!"

After speaking, Zhuo Yue's dagger slashed across his own throat, blood sprayed out, and then his body fell into a pool of blood.

Ling Zhenfei truly hadn't expected such a thing to happen, Zhuo Yue had actually committed suicide. His head buzzed suddenly and everything went black, nearly causing him to collapse.

But the next second, Ling Zhenfei regained consciousness, sprinted in three steps that seemed like two to Zhuo Yue's side, and scooped Zhuo Yue up. He tried to block the flow of Zhuo Yue's blood by pressing on his acupoints, but the cut was too deep; it was utterly beyond salvation.

"Zhuo Yue, Zhuo Yue, why would you be so foolish!" Ling Zhenfei said as he looked at Zhuo Yue, tears streaming down his face. He knew that all this was for him, to avoid implicating him.

He covered Zhuo Yue's wound with his own hand, trying to stop the blood flow with his Spiritual Power, but it was still of no avail, he couldn't halt the bleeding at all.

Zhuo Yue opened his eyes within Ling Zhenfei's arms and looked at him, then a smile appeared on his lips, but the smile was fleeting. Zhuo Yue's eyes closed and never opened again.

Ling Zhenfei infused his Spiritual Power into Zhuo Yue's body, but it was like sand disappearing into the ocean, without any reaction.

Ling Zhenfei knew that Zhuo Yue was dead, gone beyond saving, dead right before his eyes.

Ling Zhenfei looked around at the people surrounding him, his gaze sweeping past Zhao Gang, past Zhang Lie, past everyone.

"Today, all of you will die!" The voice of Ling Zhenfei was chilling as if coming from a demon of hell.

Zhang Lie snorted, "I know you want to avenge Zhuo Yue, but you are seriously injured now, you're hardly a threat. Thinking you can kill us is a joke."

The people around laughed loudly, certain that they had injured Ling Zhenfei severely earlier. An uninjured Ling Zhenfei was only able to match them, let alone now with his injuries.

"Then let's just see, it's either you or me who survives!" Ling Zhenfei placed Zhuo Yue on the ground, then stood up alone. His body flashed with Spiritual Power, killing aura sweeping wildly!

Ling Zhenfei's eyes had turned blood red, like a lion enraged. Even his view of the outside world was red, a condition known as blood-film pupils, a state just before falling into madness.

"All of you go to hell!" As Ling Zhenfei spoke, he started walking towards Zhang Lie and the others.

Zhang Lie clearly saw Ling Zhenfei was enraged, but by then, there was no turning back. After planning for so long and taking so much time to finally catch Zhuo Yue, who was now dead and of depreciated value, not capturing Ling Zhenfei would mean all their efforts had been in vain.

"Brothers, let's go at it together, the kid is injured. Capturing him will earn us a fortune, and we'll live the high life forever."

"Alright, kill him!"

"Let's unite!"

A crowd swayed by Zhang Lie's instigation charged at Ling Zhenfei, their Spiritual Power surging, all employing their most powerful techniques against Ling Zhenfei.

The Spiritual Power on Ling Zhenfei's body erupted. If there had been a cultivator at the Zhiyi Boundary present, they surely would have seen that Ling Zhenfei was enveloped by Northern Spiritual Energy, surrounded also by a layer of black aura, the Killing Aura that had just burst forth from him.

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