Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 125: Wei Jun

Chapter 125: Wei Jun

Wei Jun, leisurely sipping his tea, paused mid-drink. His gaze sharpened as he took in the scene before him.

The person he had brought here to humiliate—to prove unworthy—now radiated an entirely different presence.

Lin Feng stood there, his blood-soaked robes unmoving, his neutral expression unreadable.

But it was the aura around him—a the dark and silver spiritual energy that pulsed with a powerful suppressive force—that made the air feel heavier.

A tangible pressure settled over the pavilion, pressing against Wei Jun’s chest.

Interesting... Wei Jun’s fingers tapped lightly against his teacup.

That aura—it’s not just for show. It suppresses other cultivators... That’s why his opponents couldn’t fight back.

Wei Zihao, watching the scene unfold, reacted even more vividly than Wei Jun.

His face twisted in disbelief. He had never expected the person their young master sought to dispose of to be this strong.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng—the cause of this entire situation—remained silent.

His gaze shifted toward Wei Zihao, the one guarding Yan Hao and Yan Li, the one who had presumably dragged them into this mess in the first place.

This guy is only at the 8th level of Qi Condensation... He isn’t even as strong as Mo Chen.

I can kill him.

Lin Feng didn’t say another word as another surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from his body.

The suppressive aura of his Blackwood Dominance Art blanketed the pavilion, making the air feel heavy and still.

Just as he was about to advance, a voice suddenly called out from behind him.

"Lin Feng, let me handle Wei Zihao. You take Wei Jun!"

Lin Feng turned, surprised by the unexpected intervention.

The speaker was Chen Si. Compared to him, Chen Si’s robes had far less bloodstains, but his expression was just as cold.

His gaze flickered toward the trembling girls who had been catering to Wei Jun—they were clearly terrified.

Wei Jun’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the newcomer, before he spoke up.

"Chen Si! Is the Chen Clan really backing this guy? Who even is he? Is this really Chen Mei’s lover? Huh?!"

His voice sharpened with anger, his rising fury only confirming what Lin Feng had already suspected.

So that’s how it is...

This guy likes Chen Mei. He got jealous and furious because I arrived with her, so he deliberately attacked and kidnapped the people close to me—but avoided harming any members of the Chen Clan. That way, the Chen Clan wouldn’t have an excuse to retaliate against him.

Chen Si’s expression remained neutral, as if he didn’t care about anything Wei Jun was saying. Instead, he turned to Lin Feng and repeated his question.

"So, what’s the plan, Lin Feng? Can you handle Wei Jun?"

Lin Feng shifted his gaze to Chen Si before glancing back at Wei Zihao. The moment their eyes met, Wei Zihao visibly stiffened—fear flashing across his face.

"Make sure he doesn’t die. I’ll be the one to end his life."

Lin Feng’s voice was calm, yet the suppressed fury beneath his words was unmistakable.

His anger flared once more as he looked at Yan Hao and Yan Li—their injuries severe, their bodies barely clinging to life.

Considering they were only low-level cultivators, he wasn’t even sure if they would survive.

I need to end this quickly and get them out of here. Every second wasted increases the chance that stronger cultivators from the Wei Clan will arrive—and if that happens, we might not be able to escape at all.

"All right, I’ll make sure you get the last blow." Chen Si nodded before continuing, "Huang Bei is fine. He’s making sure no reinforcements from the Wei Clan interfere. He says he trusts you to bring them home."

Hearing this, Lin Feng gave a slight nod before finally shifting his attention back to Wei Jun. Their eyes met, and for a few moments, silence hung between them.

Then, Wei Jun suddenly broke into mocking laughter.

"Did you ants really think you were special? You think I can’t do what you just did? Huh?! Are you looking down on me—Wei Jun?!!"

With a sneer, he shoved aside the trembling girls around him and strode out of the pavilion, his gaze arrogant and full of disdain.

"If you think those weaklings are the same as me, then you’re delusional! I’ll show you right now why the Wei Clan is one of the strongest in Silverpine—through your corpse!"

A powerful, dark-yellow spiritual aura erupted from Wei Jun’s body, surging like a raging tide and distorting the air around him.

The ground beneath his feet trembled violently, cracks splintering outward as an oppressive force spread through the pavilion.

The wooden beams groaned, lanterns swung wildly, and dust billowed into the air, stirred by the sheer intensity of his spiritual energy.

The atmosphere itself felt heavier, as though the entire space had been swallowed by an unseen force pressing down on everything within it.

Lin Feng’s expression turned serious.

This aura... it’s on a completely different level than anyone I’ve fought before!

But the true transformation was only beginning.

Wei Jun’s jet-black hair deepened into a rugged, earthy brown, its strands thickening into something wild and untamed—more beast than man.

His skin rippled violently as dense, overlapping scales erupted across his entire body, each one gleaming with an eerie metallic sheen.

His pupils contracted into vertical slits, reptilian and merciless, brimming with predatory hunger.

Then, with a sickening crack, a thick, sinewy tail tore free from his spine, thrashing behind him as his transformation neared completion.

His muscles surged, veins bulging beneath the scaly surface as his limbs stretched unnaturally.

The air rang with the grotesque symphony of bones snapping and realigning, his body expanding in massive, uncontrollable bursts.

Flesh split and reformed in an endless cycle of destruction and regeneration, his robes shredding apart, unable to contain the monstrous frame now towering past five meters... ten meters... fifteen meters tall.

A beastly, earth-shaking aura surged from Wei Jun, crashing over the battlefield like a tidal wave, distorting the air with its oppressive might.

The ground trembled beneath his presence, the sheer weight of his power suffocating.

His towering form loomed over Lin Feng, casting a vast shadow as his reptilian eyes glowed with cold amusement. Then, his voice rumbled through the air, deep and arrogant

"You’d better integrate with your Heaven’s Pact... if you want even the slightest chance of staying alive."