Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 123: Rage

Chapter 123: Rage

Lin Feng nodded when he saw this. Given the battle situation before him, he believed that Huang Bei and Chen Si would probably be fine even if he left them here.

Without a word, he shifted his focus back to Zhi Hao, who looked even more fearful after witnessing what had happened to Wei Mun. His ingratiating smile stiffened as he turned his gaze back to Lin Feng.

"Well, start moving," Lin Feng spoke calmly, his expression neutral.

Zhi Hao quickly nodded, his head bobbing up and down, before moving forward.

It was clear that this place was the Wei Clan’s territory—the buildings bore shades of brown and had a distinct militaristic feel. In fact, just looking at them seemed to exude a sense of bloodthirst.

Back in the Chen Clan estate, walking through its grounds always felt like eyes were constantly watching you.

Here, even with few people around, Lin Feng felt his chest tighten.

However, not all places here carried that oppressive atmosphere.

Many areas were just like the rest of the city—residential homes where ordinary people lived.

Despite the rivalry between the two clans, it was clear that they made an effort to keep common folk out of their conflicts.

That was probably why they were so shocked by what was happening right now...

Feng felt a strange sensation as he gazed into the horizon.

Although he couldn’t see it clearly, the battle between Grandma Qing and that person called Wei Sheng must have grown even more intense.

Both sides were doing their best to prevent their shockwaves from affecting the city below, yet occasional tremors still rippled through the ground.

Hopefully, Grandma Qing will be fine... though I don’t actually know her very well.

Lin Feng mused to himself as they finally arrived at the Solid Rock Pavilion after just a few minutes of walking.

The building was massive, supported by towering pillars seemingly forged from indestructible materials, though he couldn’t quite identify what they were.

The surface of the pillars bore intricate patterns, etched with outlines of auspicious beasts that pulsed faintly with spiritual energy, as if they might come to life at any moment.

The roof was layered with dark brown tiles, their aged surfaces carrying a subtle sheen of spiritual reinforcement.

What caught his attention the most, however, were the countless lanterns adorning the pavilion. Hung from the eaves, mounted on the pillars, and lined along the pathways, they bathed the entire structure in a warm, flickering glow.

Clearly, this wasn’t just some ordinary pavilion—this was likely an important place even for members of the Wei Clan.

Zhi Hao, who had been walking ahead, finally stopped. His body trembled before he suddenly dropped to his knees, shouting out,

"Young Master Wei Jun! I apologize for my transgression, but this person forced me to bring him to where you were staying. We couldn’t stop him—he was too strong! Please forgive me!"

He then smacked his forehead against the ground, desperately trying to prove his loyalty.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes at the display but chose to remain silent.

Instead, he looked past the open gates of the pavilion, his gaze settling on a man seated inside, leisurely sipping tea under the night sky.

The man wore a lavish dark golden robe, his long black hair neatly tied back, and his brown eyes carried a veneer of calm—as if he was someone who would remain composed even in the face of death. Yet, upon closer inspection, his expression was one of indulgence.

The reason for this was clear.

Seated around him were several women from the brothel, their hands working at his shoulders and feet in forced servitude.

However, rather than their usual attire, they were dressed in the same revealing clothing they wore for their trade.

Their eyes, filled with fear, betrayed their reluctance, their gazes flickering with silent distress each time they looked at him.

Lin Feng tried his best not to escalate the situation too quickly.

He knew that, given the current circumstances, this person actually had the upper hand.

The reason was simple—right now, there were only three girls he could see.

One stood behind him, massaging his shoulders; another knelt below, tending to his feet; while the third trembled as she carefully poured his tea, doing her best not to spill a single drop.

"My name is Lin Feng. One of your subordinates told me to come here alone. Here I am—alone. What do you want?" Lin Feng spoke calmly, suppressing the killing intent that threatened to surface.

But the moment he saw what the man was looking at, his blood boiled.

A surge of murderous intent erupted from within him, raw and unrestrained.

His vision sharpened, tinged with crimson, and his breath grew slow and heavy—like a beast on the verge of pouncing.

The air trembled under the weight of his rage before a massive burst of spiritual energy exploded from his body, distorting the space around him.

His mind screamed for violence, every fiber of his being demanding retribution.

The reason for this was because within his field of view, Yan Hao and Yan Li were bound together, their bodies battered and broken.

Deep gashes and bruises marred their skin, their robes soaked in blood that continued to seep from open wounds.

Yan Hao’s arm was bent at an unnatural angle, his fingers twitching slightly even in unconsciousness. Yan Li’s face was swollen and discolored, a nasty cut running down from his temple to his jaw, the dried blood forming dark rivulets along his cheek.

Their chests rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths, their bodies trembling ever so slightly, as if clinging to the last threads of consciousness. Blood pooled beneath them, a grim testament to the suffering they had endured.

Standing before them was a bald man, his gaze cold and indifferent, as if he were merely watching over discarded corpses rather than living people.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!! HOW DARE YOU!!"

BOOM!

Lin Feng burst through the door, his towering killing intent surging like a tidal wave, threatening to consume him whole.

His mind screamed with fury, but what burned even deeper was the guilt—this so-called Wei Jun had done all of this because of him.

Wei Jun, witnessing Lin Feng’s anger, finally shifted his attention toward him, a slight smile curling on his lips.

"Now do you understand the consequences of touching what is clearly mine for the taking?"