"You little brat, you dare cripple my hand! Today, you won’t leave the guild alive!"

Yang Hai endured the pain of his shattered arm and furiously shouted at Feng Wuchen, his voice so loud the entire guild could hear, frightening everyone in the hall.

Offending Yang Hai would surely lead to a dire outcome.

Feng Wuchen had ruined Yang Hai’s hand, the same hand that had slapped the maid, avenging her grievances.

But this was far from over, Feng Wuchen would not spare Yang Hai so easily.

"You... What are you going to do? This is the guild! The chairman and elders will be here soon. If you dare harm me, they won’t let you off!" Yang Hai shouted angrily, feeling guilty as he saw Feng Wuchen advancing step by step.

Without using any power, merely one punch had crippled the hand of a Three-Star Divine Sovereign; anyone could see that Feng Wuchen’s strength was extraordinary.

"Is that so?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, then kicked forward.

"Bang!"

"Pft!"

Feng Wuchen kicked Yang Hai’s chest with a heavy thud, the tyrannical force making Yang Hai spit blood, his injuries worsening instantly.

"You little punk, you must have a death wish! Do you know I’m the guild manager?" Yang Hai yelled, both furious and fearful.

Being seriously injured by Feng Wuchen in front of so many people, Yang Hai’s dignity as a guild manager was completely diminished.

When had Yang Hai ever been treated like this in Luo Fei City? When had he ever suffered such humiliation? When had he not been superior?

Now, wounded by Feng Wuchen, Yang Hai felt his dignity and superiority were trampled upon, hard to accept.

Feng Wuchen stepped on Yang Hai’s head and said coldly, "As guild manager, you didn’t inquire about the matter, distinguishing neither right nor wrong, and slapped the maid as soon as you arrived. Do you deserve to be a manager? You’ve lost the guild’s face!"

The hall’s clamoring cultivators all shut their mouths in fear, lest they provoke Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen’s ruthless methods had already scared them witless.

At this moment, even though Yang Hai was being stepped on by Feng Wuchen, nobody dared make a sound.

"What I want to do isn’t for you, little brat, to point fingers at. Who do you think you are? You’re so great because you’re strong? If you’re capable, kill me!" Even as Feng Wuchen stepped on him, Yang Hai wasn’t afraid, after all, this was the guild.

"You think I don’t dare?" Feng Wuchen sneered.

Just a mere guild manager, killing him wouldn’t matter; even if it were the main guild, they wouldn’t dare touch Feng Wuchen.

"Then try it!" Yang Hai said defiantly, believing the guild’s power could annihilate Feng Wuchen.

"Is this your last words?" Feng Wuchen sneered, then raised his foot, about to stomp Yang Hai to death.

"The chairman and elders are here!" Just then, someone shouted, and everyone’s eyes simultaneously turned to look.

"Little brat, the chairman and elders are here. Let’s see how arrogant you are. No matter how strong you are, you’re no match for them. You’re doomed." The young City Lord glared at Feng Wuchen fiercely.

"Kid, your death is near!" Hearing the chairman and elders had arrived, Yang Hai rejoiced.

"Is that so?" Feng Wuchen was indifferent, still stepping down with his foot, though he retracted some of the force just now.

"Bang!"

"Pft!"

With a stomp, there was a muffled bang, Yang Hai screamed, spitting blood, his chest bones already fractured. Had Feng Wuchen not withdrawn his power, Yang Hai would have surely died.

"Chairman, elders, save me!" Yang Hai desperately cried out for help, sounding like a devil-roaring.

Chairman Zhao Yunshan and three elders hurried over; upon learning Yang Hai was seriously injured, they were furious.

Who was so bold to cause trouble in the guild? To injure the guild manager? They must have a death wish.

Zhao Yunshan and the three elders arrived, and the faces of everyone in the hall showed respect, all greeting Chairman Zhao deferentially.

"What’s going on? Who’s causing trouble in the guild?" Zhao Yunshan asked grimly.

"Chairman, it’s me, this punk causing trouble, not only injuring the young City Lord, but also severely injuring me. Chairman, kill him! Kill him!" Yang Hai shouted angrily with a snarled face.

With Zhao Yunshan and the elders present, the cultivators in the hall began cursing again.

However, as Zhao Yunshan and the three elders turned to Feng Wuchen, their faces greatly changed.

Lord Feng?

Yes! That’s him! Definitely Lord Feng!

Why did Lord Feng come to the Youhun Guild?

In shock, Zhao Yunshan and the others quickly regained composure, about to approach and greet, but were stopped by Feng Wuchen’s transmission.

"Chairman, elders, help me!" Yang Hai shouted without noticing Zhao Yunshan and the elders’ terrified expressions.

Zhao Yunshan and the three elders stood silently, indifferent to Yang Hai’s fate.

With Zhao Yunshan and the elders unmoved, everyone was confused.

What was happening? Yang Hai was about to be killed, yet Zhao Yunshan was indifferent? No intent to stop it.

Though solemn before, Zhao Yunshan and the four displayed remarkable calm now.

"Chairman, elders, why is that?" Yang Hai desperately questioned Zhao Yunshan and the elders, feeling immense unease and fear.

This intense unease and fear stemmed from Feng Wuchen.

Could Feng Wuchen be exceedingly terrifying? Terrifying to the point where Zhao Yunshan wouldn’t dare intervene?

The more Yang Hai thought, the more fearful he became; otherwise, Zhao Yunshan and the elders would surely intervene.

"Zhao Yunshan, what do you mean by this? Are you blind? Don’t you see Yang Hai’s about to be killed?" The young City Lord couldn’t endure and yelled at Zhao Yunshan and the elders.

"We aren’t qualified to intervene," Zhao Yunshan said calmly, apparently leaving Yang Hai’s life to Feng Wuchen.

"Not qualified?" Everyone was puzzled; what does it mean? What does it mean to not be qualified to intervene?

Everyone instinctively looked at Feng Wuchen, wondering if this had something to do with Feng Wuchen.

"Who is he? Even the chairman and elders dare not stop him." The receptionist maid stared at Feng Wuchen in shock.

Yang Hai gazed at Feng Wuchen in extreme terror, realizing Feng Wuchen had great background, filled with deep regret.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Ah ah ah!"

Feng Wuchen then brutally shattered Yang Hai’s limbs, blood and flesh mangled, blood gushing, the agony making Yang Hai scream miserably.

The ruthless means strongly intimidated everyone in the hall, frightening their souls.

"From now on, you’re no longer the guild manager. I ought to kill you, but I think that’d be too lenient. Spend the rest of your life as a waste." Feng Wuchen said coldly, crippling Yang Hai’s cultivation, kicking him out of the hall.