Chapter 364 363: Kill Them All

Feng Gaoyu stared wide-eyed. Mu Lin's words had truly sparked a sense of crisis in him.

'Who gave him the courage to charge forward head-on in the face of such danger?'

'He must have some incredibly deep connection to Luo Wanqing!'

'Could it be that...'

"Tell me the truth. What is your relationship with Luo Wanqing?"

If Luo Wanqing was no longer a virgin, it would be unacceptable to Feng Gaoyu.

Her appeal would plummet.

He had an obsession with purity, a very deep-seated one.

He wouldn't touch a woman unless he was the one to take her virginity.

Mu Lin said, "I'm her friend."

There was nothing inherently wrong with those words, but they immediately caused a storm to erupt in Feng Gaoyu's ears.

Feng Gaoyu was incandescent with rage. "You're courting death! Kill him!"

The two men immediately charged, one from the front and one from behind, aiming to beat Mu Lin to death.

Both attacks were aimed at Mu Lin's vitals.

When their attacks landed on Mu Lin, he didn't even move.

His expression remained nonchalant.

Heaven knew what was wrong with him.

The two Martial Arts Grandmasters looked grim. They hadn't expected their attacks to be utterly useless and immediately decided to increase their intensity.

'If sixty percent of our power isn't enough, then ninety percent will be. We'll definitely be able to break his defense.'

But just as they gathered their strength to launch another attack, Master Mingjing's expression changed drastically. He yelled, "Get back here! Hurry!"

The two Martial Arts Grandmasters had no idea what Master Mingjing was talking about and were completely baffled.

But then Mu Lin's fists shot out to his left and right, smashing into the two men's chests.

Their chests were instantly punched clean through, his fists emerging from their backs.

An instant kill.

The two Grandmasters were sent flying by the immense Qi Force, slamming hard against the wall as blood flowed freely.

Feng Gaoyu was scared to death. His men had died, just like that.

It was simply unbelievable.

But it had happened.

Mu Lin looked at Feng Gaoyu. "See? Your men are dead because of your stupidity."

Terrified, Feng Gaoyu screamed, "Master Mingjing, save me!"

Master Mingjing lightly tapped his toe on the ground. His wide robes billowed without a breeze as he slowly descended in front of Feng Gaoyu.

"Donor Feng, please step back. I will deal with him."

Feng Gaoyu stumbled backward. His foot hit something, and looking down, he was shocked to see the corpses of his two men. He whipped his head away and continued, scrambling all the way to the corner.

Master Mingjing sized Mu Lin up and slowly nodded. "Young Donor, you are actually a Vajra Shield Cultivator, and one who has trained to such a perfect degree. That I failed to notice is truly my own oversight."

"To possess such a cultivation level and such fortuitous opportunities at your young age is truly immeasurable! Why would you risk utter annihilation for a woman?"

Mu Lin sneered. "It's not yet clear who will live and who will die, old baldy, so cut the crap. I have no grudge against Celestial Dragon Temple. Scram now, and you might just save your own life."

Hearing Mu Lin call him a baldy, Master Mingjing's face twitched, but he managed to rein in his emotions.

"Young Donor, your temperament is so unruly, it is concerning," Master Mingjing said slowly. "I must enlighten you on your master's behalf, help you repent and turn back from this path, so you no longer indulge in such excessive displays."

Mu Lin sneered, "Oh, screw you! You're helping a tyrant, protecting a low-life like him. You think that makes you any better? I'll give you and Celestial Dragon Temple one last chance. Get lost, and I'll pretend I never saw you here!"

"Otherwise, I won't be so polite!"

Master Mingjing said, "Why must you be so aggressive? This world isn't a place where one can get by on sheer will alone. Donor Feng has clearly done nothing wrong, so why do you insist on making such wild claims here?"

Mu Lin now understood completely. This guy was a sanctimonious hypocrite aiding a villain. There probably wasn't a single good person in the entire Celestial Dragon Temple.

He leaped, his body gliding toward Master Mingjing like a shadow.

Master Mingjing had long known a fight was inevitable and was fully prepared. Seeing Mu Lin charge, he immediately raised his hand and thrust out the palm that had long been gathering power.

Mu Lin was stunned. Why hadn't his Spiritual Sense detected such a powerful palm strike?

'What a bizarre technique.'

He reacted instantly, rapidly gathering the Profound Thunder Qi in his meridians to meet Master Mingjing's strike head-on.

A formidable power immediately surged along the meridians in his arm and into Mu Lin's body.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Mu Lin's mouth. His True Qi was roiling, the invasive power raging restlessly within him. It took a great deal of effort to suppress it with his Spiritual Sense.

Master Mingjing stumbled back limply, blood on his lips, his eyes filled with a dazed confusion.

"Why… is it like this…"

A moment later, Master Mingjing collapsed heavily to the ground, his breathing ceased.

Feng Gaoyu was horrified. 'The invincible Master Mingjing actually lost to Mu Lin? How is that possible? This is completely impossible!'

'This guy is absurdly strong!'

'An idea sparked in his mind. If he could recruit Mu Lin, wouldn't his own standing in the Feng Family increase dramatically?'

'His brothers were good to him, sure, but how could that compare to being the one calling the shots?'

Watching Mu Lin approach step by step, Feng Gaoyu said with a tremor in his voice, "You, wait a second! I have something to tell you!"

Mu Lin stopped and looked calmly at Feng Gaoyu.

"Go on, I'm listening."

Feng Gaoyu stammered, "Look, I'm from the Feng Family—the Di Yang Feng Family, you've heard of them, right? If you work for me, I guarantee you a life that even immortals would envy…"

Mu Lin frowned. "A life even immortals would envy? Is the compensation from the Feng Family really that good?"

'It was common knowledge that the well-paid retainers of powerful families usually lived short lives and died horrible deaths. What good compensation? It was all just empty promises.'

Feng Gaoyu waved his hands dismissively. "Not a retainer for the Feng Family, but for me personally. If you can help me become the head of the Feng Family, I'll give you endless rewards!"

Mu Lin was thoroughly amused. 'This Feng Gaoyu is truly reckless, thinking only of how to screw over his own family.'

He raised his hand and tapped twice in quick succession. Feng Gaoyu's entire body stiffened, unable to move a muscle.

Mu Lin pulled his hand back, shaking it gently. He had injured his meridians in the palm strike against Master Mingjing, and his arm still throbbed with a faint pain.

That Master Mingjing really had some skill. If Mu Lin hadn't dealt with him carefully, mobilizing all his internal energy and Qi Force to dissipate the impact, something terrible would have happened.

There was a good reason why Celestial Dragon Temple held such a high status in Nanjiang Province.

You needed real power to back up that kind of tyranny.

When Feng Gaoyu realized he couldn't move, he yelled viciously, "I'm telling you, the Feng Family will never let you get away with this! You killed Master Mingjing, and now Celestial Dragon Temple will never let you go either!"

Mu Lin pointed at Feng Gaoyu. "Where have you hidden Luo Wanqing?"

Feng Gaoyu laughed like a madman. "I fucked her! Dozens of times!"

Mu Lin immediately raised his hand and struck him on the crown of his head.

'It didn't matter if he was telling the truth. He had to die.'

'If it was true, he deserved to die a thousand deaths. If it was false, using Luo Wanqing to provoke him was also a crime that deserved a thousand deaths.'

'Either way, it was the same. There was no need to look into it further.'

Besides, Mu Lin had never intended to find Luo Wanqing by interrogating Feng Gaoyu. He had a better method.

He spread his Spiritual Sense, its power quickly sweeping through the room. It soon located Luo Wanqing.

Luo Wanqing's face was a bloody mess, as if her skin had been peeled off. It had already begun to scab over, creating a horrific sight.

Luo Wanqing's clothes were still intact, with no signs of a struggle. It seemed she hadn't been violated yet.

Feng Gaoyu was just running his mouth, but he still deserved to die. That much hadn't changed.

Mu Lin walked to Luo Wanqing's side and said softly, "Miss Luo, I'm here to rescue you."

Luo Wanqing was very weak, likely from not having eaten in a long time. She said:

"Mr. Mu, you're here!"

Then, as if a great weight had been lifted from her mind, she fainted.

Mu Lin pressed his lips together, lifted her into his arms, and carried her outside. He tore apart the sofa and laid her down on its cushions.