"Dig out my heart, I'm afraid your claws aren't tough enough!"

Chu Feng, watching the two men's Eagle Claw attack, chuckled coldly and threw a powerfully strong punch with both hands.

Crack!

Crack!

Two crisp sounds of bone breaking were accompanied by two screams.

The claws, which could crush a Giant Stone, faced Chu Feng's fists and broke apart completely.

Suddenly, they seemed extremely frail.

"Fond of heart-digging, are you? I'll indulge you!"

A bloodthirsty glint swept across Chu Feng's eyes as he looked at the two men.

He transformed his hands into claws and struck out.

Splash! Splash!

Chu Feng's hands directly pierced the chests of the Double Eagle, splattering blood.

Following that, Chu Feng swung his hands again, and two vivid red hearts appeared in his hands, still beating.

Meanwhile, a bloody hole was left in the chests of the Double Eagle, their hearts gone.

They stared at Chu Feng with their eyes wide open.

Without uttering a word, they fell to the ground, dead.

The hearts in Chu Feng's hands burst apart, the scene being gruesomely bloody and savage, as though he were a demon, sending shivers down one's spine.

Yang Mo's face turned incredibly grave, his brows deeply furrowed.

He had not expected that his strongest Double Eagle would not even withstand a single move before having their hearts torn out by the opponent.

Chu Feng's blood-soaked gaze fixed on Yang Mo, and he stepped toward him, one step at a time.

"Your men are dead, now it's your turn!"

Chu Feng looked at Yang Mo with an indifferent gaze.

"Bring me the sword!"

Yang Mo barked, gesturing with his hand.

The middle-aged man beside him brought over Yang Mo's precious blade.

Holding the blade, one meter long and about three inches wide, Yang Mo's hand gently caressed the blade's edge, murmuring softly:

"This sword has followed me for eight years, accompanied me through countless battles, stained with much blood."

"Over a hundred people have died under this sword, and today, it will claim another Soul of the Dead!"

Whoosh!

Yang Mo, holding the precious blade, swung it fiercely, and the sharp edge cleaved through the air.

It seemed as if he had split the air itself, and his eyes flashed with a ferocious glint.

Ha!

Yang Mo roared, swinging the sword down at Chu Feng with both hands.

With this strike, Yang Mo put forth all his strength, channeling all his Power into the blade.

This made the sword's power even more fearsome.

Before the blade reached him, the sharp sword wind brushed Chu Feng's cheeks and hair, giving him a cold shiver.

Watching the sword coming down toward him.

Chu Feng's expression remained calm, his eyes sparkling with a cold light.

Snap!

Just when Yang Mo's sword was half an inch away from Chu Feng's head.

It could not continue descending, stopping mid-air.

The reason for this was Chu Feng's two fingers.

Chu Feng's right hand's two fingers casually clamped down on Yang Mo's all-out strike.

Seeing this, Yang Mo's heart shook, his eyes revealing a look of disbelief.

His sword, containing all his strength, could even cleave Diamond in twain.

This showed just how powerful the strike was.

But such a terrifying strike

Was effortlessly clamped by Chu Feng's two fingers, rendering it immobile.

It was simply unimaginable!

"You..."

At the sight of this, Yang Mo was at a loss for words.

Crack!

Chu Feng's two fingers applied slight force.

The precious blade that had followed Yang Mo for eight years snapped.

Bang!

Chu Feng stepped forward and threw a punch as fast as lightning.

Yang Mo's chest was struck on the spot.

Puff!

A horrifying burst of force erupted.

Yang Mo, like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground with a mouthful of fresh blood spurting out.

The entire cement ground cracked from the impact.

Yang Mo felt as if his entire body had fallen apart, the pain was excruciating.

His eyes were wide with disbelief.

The mighty South City King of Jiangzhou, one of the three great kings.

Was he really knocked out with a single punch?

If this got out, Chu Feng would instantly become a celebrity in Jiangzhou.

Chu Feng slowly walked up to Yang Mo and shook his head, saying,

"You're too weak!"

Hearing Chu Feng's words, Yang Mo felt extremely frustrated inside.

He, the formidable South City King who dominated a region in Jiangzhou, had cultivated martial arts for over a decade and was a master of Gang Power.

Yet he was now being called too weak by a man in his twenties, which was an absolute humiliation for him.

But in fact, faced with this young man, he was indeed knocked out with one move.

Saying he was too weak was not wrong at all!

"Who are you, really?"

Yang Mo asked, enduring the agonizing pain as he looked at Chu Feng.

He was eager to know the identity of this mysterious and powerful young man.

"Go ask King Yan!"

Chu Feng said as he was about to finish Yang Mo off.

Whoosh!!!

Just at that moment, a piercing sound of something cutting through the air came from behind Chu Feng.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his body leapt up swiftly, darting to the side.

A tri-tip military dagger shot past where Chu Feng had just been standing and embedded itself into the wall opposite.

Half of the military dagger sank into the wall, showcasing the strength of the throw.

Thump thump thump!!!

A series of heavy footsteps approached, and a figure slowly walked in from outside the estate.

The figure was dressed in a black robe and military boots, appearing to be in his forties or fifties.

His complexion was cold, and his eyes gleamed with a ferocious light.

He emanated an aura of slaughter, tinged with the smell of blood.

It instilled a deep sense of danger in anyone who laid eyes on him.

He was like a fierce beast, chilling to the core!

"Master!"

Seeing this figure, Yang Mo's expression became extremely excited as he called out.

This man was Yang Mo's master!

Seeing his master appear, hope surged in Yang Mo's heart, and with an excited look on his face, he yelled at Chu Feng,

"Boy, my master is here, you're definitely dead!"

"My master is a renowned Mercenary King from abroad, a top figure on the Black List, you're definitely dead!"

With the man's arrival, Yang Mo looked at Chu Feng as though he were already a dead man, convinced that Chu Feng's fate was sealed.

Chu Feng's gaze shifted to the man who was slowly approaching.

The latter also fixed his gaze on Chu Feng.

"Boy, did you ask my permission to kill my disciple?"

The man's voice was raspy.

"I heard you're the Mercenary King, and also a top figure on the Black List, ranked within the top 200, I wonder, what's your ranking?"

Chu Feng looked at the man with a playful smile.

"Didn't expect you to know about the Black List!"

The man glanced at Chu Feng and said, "Black List, 170!"

As he mentioned the number 170, a look of pride flashed in the man's eyes.

It seemed that this number was something he took great pride in.

The Black List was a ranking from abroad that included the top figures of the assassin world, mercenary world, bounty hunter world, and the entire Dark Realm.

It comprised a total of 200 names, established and ranked by a mysterious organization.

In the Dark Realm, everyone took pride in being on the Black List.

For them, the Black List represented a symbol of strength.

Only by getting on the Black List could they be considered true experts of the Dark Realm.

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