Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 124: A Different Kind of 1 vs 4

Chapter 124: A Different Kind of 1 vs 4

The moment Lin Feng stepped through the doors, four figures immediately blocked his path.

Each of them carried the cultivation of the 7th level of Qi Condensation, but more importantly, their nasty smirks and matching features made it clear—they were members of the Wei Clan.

Their faces we’re filled with arrogance, clearly they didn’t think much of their opponent. It would be the last mistake they ever made.

Lin Feng locked eyes with the first opponent.

He bore a striking resemblance to Wei Yuntai—brown hair, reptilian eyes, and a long, sinuous tail. In fact, all of them shared the same traits, a clear sign that they had fully integrated with their Heaven’s Pacts.

A powerful punch, shrouded in dark brown spiritual energy, hurtled toward Lin Feng. Consumed by rage, he didn’t even consider dodging. Instead, meeting the attack head on.

"Heh, who do you think you are?" the Wei Clan member sneered, his grin full of disdain.

"You think you can match the physique of a member of the Wei Clan?!" His punch carried overwhelming force, splitting the air apart as it drove forward with crushing momentum.

However, Lin Feng had no intention of testing his opponent’s strength—unlike with Mo Chen, he wasn’t here to play games.

He wanted these people dead as soon as possible so he could save Yan Hao and Yan Li. That intent was made brutally clear the moment their fists collided.

BOOM!

Lin Feng didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, it was the Wei Clan cultivator whose expression twisted in shock. He hadn’t expected Lin Feng to be this strong—but it was already too late.

Before he could react, Lin Feng’s fist tore through his arm, twisting it at an unnatural angle before slamming into his chest.

A devastating shockwave sent him hurtling through the air, his body crashing into one of the pavilion’s stone pillars with a sickening crack.

The impact was so fierce that his spine shattered on the spot, killing him instantly.

Lin Feng’s cold, rage-filled voice echoed through the air.

"One."

Without wasting a second, he turned toward the next Wei Clan cultivator and dashed forward. The sheer force of his movement caused the ground beneath him to explode, sending dust and debris flying.

The Wei Clan cultivator’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Impossible...!" he gasped.

Lin Feng was only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation—this shouldn’t have been possible! Yet here he was, charging forward like an unstoppable force, his presence exuding an oppressive aura that sent shivers down their spines.

Gritting his teeth, the Wei cultivator thrust both hands forward, spiritual energy surging violently as two massive stone pillars materialized, wreathed in dark brown energy.

With a roar, he sent them hurtling toward Lin Feng.

"Crush him!"

The two remaining Wei Clan cultivators snapped out of their shock, their hesitation vanishing. They rushed forward, flanking Lin Feng from both sides to completely surround him.

"Don’t give him an inch!" one of them barked. "No matter what, he dies here!"

Before, Lin Feng might have had to take a hit to ensure a kill. But now, after testing his newfound strength, he no longer needed to make such sacrifices.

He didn’t even glance at the attacks coming from behind.

Instead, darksilver spiritual energy surged through his body, crackling like living lightning around his outstretched claws.

A dangerous gleam flickered in his gray eyes.

Without hesitation, he thrust his claws forward to meet the incoming stone pillars.

"Blackwood Dominance Art: Wolf Bane!"

BOOM!

The impact was devastating. Lin Feng’s claws ripped through the stone pillars as if they were brittle twigs, shattering them into dust with terrifying ease.

The shockwave sent cracks racing across the ground beneath them.

"Wha—?!" The Wei cultivator’s eyes widened in sheer horror, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.

But he didn’t even get the chance.

Lin Feng lunged forward, his claws piercing straight through his opponent’s chest. The sickening sound of flesh and bone tearing apart echoed through the air.

A gaping hole was left behind.

Blood poured like a waterfall from the cultivator’s body, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to speak.

But no words came.

He was already dead before he even realized what had happened. His body swayed for a moment before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

Lin Feng barely spared him a glance as he spoke, his voice cold and emotionless.

"Two."

Two consecutive punches struck Lin Feng square in the back, forcing a grunt of pain from his lips. But it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Without hesitation, he turned toward his attackers and opened his mouth wide—

AWOOO!!!

A deafening howl erupted from his throat, shaking the entire pavilion. The sheer force of the Ruler’s Howl immobilized the two Wei Clan cultivators in front of him, their bodies locking up as their eyes widened in shock.

That moment of hesitation was all Lin Feng needed.

With a sharp intake of breath, he lunged toward the cultivator on the right. His foot lashed out in a devastating kick, aiming straight for the man’s waist.

CRACK!

The sheer force didn’t just send the Wei Clan cultivator flying—it cleaved him in half at the waist, his body splitting apart as if cut by a sword.

His upper half soared through the air, his expression frozen in disbelief as blood sprayed in every direction, painting the pavilion in crimson.

His lower body collapsed lifelessly to the ground, twitching for only a second before going still.

Lin Feng didn’t stop.

The moment his foot touched the ground again, he twisted his body, propelling himself toward the remaining enemy.

The last cultivator barely had time to react—his trembling hands rising instinctively in a desperate attempt to summon a defense.

"Earth Sh—!"

Before he could even complete the technique, Lin Feng sank his fingers into the man’s chest.

SHLUK!

The Wei Clan cultivator gasped, blood bubbling up in his throat as he looked down in horror. Lin Feng’s hand had pierced through his ribcage, clutching his still-beating heart.

"W-Wait—" the man croaked, his lizard-like eyes filled with terror.

Lin Feng squeezed.

SPLURCH!

The heart burst apart in his grip, sending a spray of blood across his face. The cultivator’s body spasmed violently before he went limp.

Lin Feng withdrew his arm, letting the corpse slump to the ground.

BOOM!

As the lifeless body hit the floor, Lin Feng’s expression remained unreadable. His cold, emotionless voice echoed through the blood-soaked pavilion.

"Three. Four."

The air was thick with the scent of blood. The bodies lay in twisted, broken heaps, but Lin Feng didn’t spare them another glance.

He wasn’t thinking about the consequences of slaughtering these members of the Wei Clan.

The only thing that mattered was killing them as fast as possible.

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