Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 121: Begging For Mercy

Chapter 121: Begging For Mercy

BOOM!

Just as expected, the combination of Lin Feng’s overwhelming aura and the Spirit Suppression Art completely crushed Mo Chen’s ability to retaliate.

His head exploded like a balloon under Lin Feng’s punch, sending blood and gore splattering in every direction, even staining his clothes.

Since the Alpha Wolf’s Domain and the Spirit Suppression Art are so similar, maybe there’s a way to merge them into a single spiritual technique, Lin Feng mused, his thoughts momentarily drifting despite the carnage before him.

The brutal display sent shivers through everyone still locked in battle.

Chen Si, who had never witnessed Lin Feng fight before, swallowed hard as a single thought surfaced in his mind—Good thing I never offended that guy.

Meanwhile, Wei Mun gritted his teeth as he struggled against Huang Bei.

He had tried to intervene, to save Mo Chen, but every time he attempted to do so, Huang Bei would relentlessly ramp up his assault, forcing him into a desperate defensive stance. Even so, after witnessing Mo Chen’s gruesome death, he couldn’t hold back his words.

"Hey, you! Lin Feng, right? Young Master Wei Jun is gonna have your head once he finds out you killed his most important subordinate!" Mo Chen hissed, trying to intimidate Lin Feng.

Lin Feng, still radiating bloodlust, slowly turned his gaze toward him.

He didn’t say a word, but the cold glint in his eyes made it clear—he was not pleased with the threat.

This one won’t be as troublesome as Mo Chen... might as well kill him now.

And yet Feng shook his head as he changed his mind as he realized that he didn’t want to interfere in Huang Bei’s fight.

It was clear that Huang Bei wanted his own revenge, and stealing his prey would be dishonorable.

Instead, let’s just finish the job.

Without sparing Wei Mun another glance, Lin Feng shifted his attention to the last survivor of the four who had tried to kill him—the one with a tool-type Heaven’s Pact, a shield user named Zhi Hao.

Step... Step...

Lin Feng slowly walked toward the trembling Zhi Hao. Rather than putting up a fight, Zhi Hao collapsed to his knees, groveling for mercy.

"Please, spare me! I never wanted to attack you—I was just following orders!" he pleaded, his voice as meek as possible. It was clear he was trying to convince Lin Feng to let him live.

Technically speaking, he didn’t attack me directly... Lin Feng mused. But that barrier of his nearly got me killed.

As he weighed his decision, Chen Si—who had enough awareness to spare in the midst of his own battle—spoke up.

"You should let him go. Have him lead you to where Yan Hao, Yan Li, and the others are being kept."

Lin Feng paused, considering the suggestion. It made sense. The longer he delayed, the greater the risk to the kidnapped victims. Having a guide would make finding them much easier.

But still... It doesn’t feel right to let him off just like that.

Lin Feng mulled it over. While it was true that Zhi Hao hadn’t attacked him directly, he had still aided those trying to kill him. That made him an accomplice.

After a few moments of contemplation, Lin Feng made his decision.

He nodded toward Chen Si, signaling his understanding, before stepping forward. Standing over the groveling Zhi Hao, he spoke coldly.

"Stand up."

Zhi Hao shuddered at the command, his body trembling. Yet, instead of obeying, he pressed his forehead even harder against the ground, his voice desperate.

"Please, please spare me!"

A fleeting hint of pity flickered in Lin Feng’s mind—but he crushed it just as quickly.

The faces of the slain guards resurfaced in his thoughts, men who had died simply for doing their jobs at the brothel. Mercy for an accomplice like Zhi Hao? That was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng raised his leg.

SMASH!

A heavy pressure surged through the air as his foot slammed down onto Zhi Hao’s back.

A sickening crack followed, and a sharp cry of pain escaped Zhi Hao’s lips as blood seeped onto the ground.

The force of the blow had clearly done significant damage, yet even as agony wracked his body, he clenched his teeth, desperately holding back any further cries—anything to avoid worsening his already grim fate.

Lin Feng reached down, his fingers tangling in Zhi Hao’s hair before yanking him upright with a single motion.

A pained gasp escaped Zhi Hao’s lips as he was forced to his knees, his body trembling under Lin Feng’s iron grip.

Yet, Lin Feng’s face remained eerily calm, his gray eyes devoid of emotion, like a predator toying with its prey.

"Take me to the people you kidnapped, and I’ll let you live. If you don’t..."

Lin Feng let the words trail off, the unfinished sentence dripping with menace.

Zhi Hao’s breath quickened, his mind racing for a way to survive. His lips trembled as he stammered, "I... I can’t. If I betray Young Master Wei Jun... I’m dead."

A moment of silence followed. Then, Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed.

A wave of suffocating killing intent exploded from his body, saturating the air with an oppressive force. The ground beneath them seemed to groan under the weight of his aura.

The lingering effects of his Spirit Suppression Mark and Alpha Wolf’s Domain bore down on Zhi Hao like an invisible mountain.

The shield-user’s body seized up. His breathing turned erratic, his pupils dilated. It wasn’t just fear—it was pure terror.

He had felt this type of pressure only once before, when he had witnessed a Foundation Establishment elder of the Wei Clan unleash their power.

But Lin Feng wasn’t a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He was still at the Qi Condensation realm.

Yet, at this moment, he felt more terrifying than those elders.

Lin Feng tightened his grip on Zhi Hao’s hair, forcing his head back so their eyes met. His voice was quiet, controlled, yet every word carried the weight of a death sentence.

"If you can’t lead me to them, then what’s the point of keeping you alive?"

Zhi Hao’s body stiffened. His mind screamed at him to say something—anything—that would convince Lin Feng to let him live.

But his throat had gone dry, and his thoughts felt sluggish under the crushing pressure.

The onlookers watched in tense silence.

Wei Mun, who had been engaged with Huang Bei, paused for just a second, his eyes flickering toward Lin Feng.

Even Huang Bei, who had been fully focused on their fight, stole a quick glance, clenching his fist.

This level of killing intent... it wasn’t normal.

Zhi Hao tried to swallow but found his throat locked tight.

His body ached from the earlier blow, and his spirit felt like it was cracking under the sheer weight of Lin Feng’s presence.

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