Li Changfeng glanced back, and in that single glance, the Du family head in the carriage recognized him.
The image of the murderer who killed his son is deeply etched in his mind. He will never forget it, not just because of a short time, but even if he were reduced to ashes.
The head of the Du family hurriedly pushed open the car door and got out, and the rest of the men followed suit immediately.
"Li Changfeng!" the Du family head shouted.
Li Changfeng was walking at a leisurely pace when he heard someone call his name and subconsciously turned around.
The Du family head was even more certain that this person was Li Changfeng, the culprit who killed his son.
In the blink of an eye, Li Changfeng was surrounded, completely encircled.
"What do you mean?" Li Changfeng asked, tilting his head, puzzled and completely clueless.
"Who are you all? Have you offended anyone in any way?"
"Li Changfeng, I'm asking you, are you Li Changfeng?" the Du family head said hatefully.
Its eyes were wide open like donkey dung balls, with no eye sockets, and its eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out; it was terrified.
"What an idiot," Li Changfeng cursed. "You're calling out 'Li Changfeng' while asking if I'm Li Changfeng. Did a donkey hit you three times in the head?"
“I’m asking you, is that right?” the Du family head repeated.
“You son of a bitch,” Li Changfeng said irritably.
This person is definitely an enemy; there's no need to be polite.
"Li Changfeng, I recognize you, no need to pretend." The Du family head was somewhat delirious and spoke incoherently.
"When did I ever pretend? Get lost!" Li Changfeng said impatiently.
Encountering a mentally ill person in the middle of the night is just ridiculous.
"You can't escape. You're going to die today." The Du family head squeezed out each word through clenched teeth, the cold wind biting to the bone.
"So arrogant? There are plenty of people who want me dead, who do you think you are?" Li Changfeng glanced at him.
"Make your move!" The Du family head shouted, no longer hesitating.
"Wait, we're complete strangers, we have no grudges against each other, why would you want to kill me?" Li Changfeng wasn't afraid, but he wanted to understand the situation. The incident happened so suddenly that he was still confused.
"No grudge? How could you say that?" The Du family head clenched his fist. "You killed my son. This is a blood feud that will never end."
Who is your son?
“Du Yukun,” the Du family head uttered.
"So it was him." Li Changfeng suddenly realized, "You're that silly bird's father? The person in charge of the Du family?"
"Kid, I advise you to watch your mouth. You're right, from now on you won't have the chance to spew filth anymore. This day next year will be your death anniversary."
"Kill him!"
"No, I want him alive." The Du family head changed his order and took a step back.
Li Changfeng is too arrogant. Even when disaster is imminent, he is still so domineering. This young man really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
In Jinghai, dragons coil around me and tigers lie down before me. Soon he won't be so arrogant anymore. Soon he'll be begging and pleading. Soon he'll feel like he's living a life worse than death, and he'll wail in agony.
Just thinking about Li Changfeng being captured alive, taken back to the Du family, and tortured to death, with pieces of bloody flesh being scraped off, made the Du family head feel a surge of pleasure. The weight on his heart was lifted, his breathing became lighter, and he felt refreshed.
But did the outcome really turn out as the Du family head had imagined?
Will it really turn out as he wishes?
Upon receiving the order, the ancient martial artists of the Du family launched a full-scale attack with only one objective: to capture Li Changfeng.
Whether it's one-on-one combat or group battles, Li Changfeng has ample experience.
As soon as they exchanged blows, they realized that this group of people were not simple; they were all ancient martial arts practitioners.
However, their strength was still too low, and they were not strong enough to fight.
"Snap!"
"ah!"
"oops!"
"My arm..."
Screams filled the air, one after another, as the waves crashed and thrashed.
Li Changfeng acted swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly, leaving no room for mercy. Since they were enemies, why should he be soft-hearted?
Being kind to others is the greatest cruelty to yourself.
Just do it!
Li Changfeng moved freely among the crowd, as if he were in an empty place, controlling his movements with ease.
Anyone who encounters him in ancient martial arts either becomes crippled or falls to the ground unable to get up. Every move he makes is swift, decisive, and ruthless.
In less than three minutes, none of the participants were able to stand up.
The head of the Du family felt a buzzing in his head, his mind went blank, and he stood there dumbfounded, motionless.
The result was completely different from what they had imagined, as different as heaven and earth.
The ancient martial arts masters they were so proud of, the experts carefully trained by their families, were utterly helpless in Li Changfeng's hands, as if they were made of paper.
In the past, they were always successful, able to do whatever they were asked with ease, like a sharp, peerless sword that could cut a hair in two and was invincible.
Today, such an important matter was completely ruined.
Just how strong is Li Changfeng? How terrifying is his true strength?
The key question is how old he is; he looks even younger than his own son.
"Patriarch Du, are you numb?" Li Changfeng looked at him mockingly.
It was definitely numb, my hands and feet were ice cold, and I felt like I was in an ice cellar.
"Li Changfeng, you don't need to be arrogant. Just because they can't do it doesn't mean A'da can't either." The Du family head still has one last trump card, the one on which all hopes rest.
It was the burly man standing behind him.
This person has remained silent, protecting the safety of the Du family head and keeping watch over him.
He had followed the Du family head for about ten years, never leaving his side whenever he went out, always at his beck and call. The Du family head had been attacked and assassinated many times, but Ah Da had managed to thwart and resolve each of them.
Ah Da can be considered the Du family head's talisman and his peace of mind.
With Ah Da around, the Du family head felt more confident.
Ah Da stepped forward and took a big step, his meaning clear: he was going to fight.
"Come on, don't waste time. If you sleep in late, you won't be able to get up tomorrow and it will interfere with your work." Li Changfeng beckoned with his finger, his provocation full of meaning.
"Ah Da, he's in your hands now. Don't let me down," the Du family head instructed.
"I'll try my best." Ah Da frowned, his expression tense, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
He had witnessed the entire fight and had a general understanding of Li Changfeng's strength, but he didn't know if he could pull it off.
Only by giving our all can we live up to the trust and cultivation of the head of the family.
"Are you coming or not? Hurry up!" Li Changfeng urged.
Ah Da's eyes sharpened, and he rushed forward, his fist whistling through the air, carrying a murderous aura, with a faint glimmer of light emanating from it.
This guy is no ordinary person; he's almost reached the edge of the Innate Realm, otherwise he wouldn't be able to disperse his internal energy outside his body.
Li Changfeng smirked and punched him in return.
"Bang!" Two fists the size of sandbags collided, producing a muffled sound.
The next second, a blood-curdling scream pierced the eardrums.
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