A terrifying power exploded from the masked man. The air rippled with qi as he unleashed his ultimate technique.
A massive, swirling vortex of black and purple Qi materialized in front of his outstretched palm.
The energy was violent and chaotic, filled with a demonic aura that promised nothing but complete annihilation.
Yan Rou stared in horror. She was a cultivator from a prominent family and had seen powerful techniques before.
This one was different. The sheer destructive energy contained within that palm strike was enough to vaporize the entire clearing, leaving nothing but a crater behind.
Her brief flicker of hope was extinguished. It seemed like they were doomed today, no matter what.
"This appears to be a forbidden technique of mutual destruction," she thought, her mind numb with fear. "Even a peak Foundation Realm master would be gravely injured trying to block this. We are finished."
The Demonic Destruction Palm roared forward, tearing up the ground as it came, leaving a deep trench in its wake. It was a wave of pure destruction, aimed directly at Lei Feng.
Yet, Lei Feng did not move. He watched the approaching attack with a look of mild boredom on his face. As the devastating attack was just feet away, he finally sighed.
"So noisy," he muttered. "Ordinary Technique - Simple Block."
He raised his free right hand and performed the most basic, unadorned block imaginable. It was slow, without a shred of Qi, looking like a simple palm facing what looked like a tsunami of destruction.
"Nooooo…" Yan Rou could cry out as she braced for impact once again. However, she did not try to leave Lei Feng's side.
However, the outcome was not as she expected.
There was no earth-shattering explosion. There was no blinding light or deafening sound. There was nothing.
"Huh?"
Both the masked man and Yan Rou were dumbstruck.
The Demonic Destruction Palm, an attack capable of leveling the entire area, simply popped. It vanished like a soap bubble, dissolving into faint wisps of purple smoke that faded into the air.
Silence.
The clearing became uncannily silent once again, with only the slight rustle of leaves.
The masked man stood frozen, his palm still outstretched. His body trembled uncontrollably, his mind completely shattered by what he had just witnessed.
He had poured all his Qi, his very essence, into that final, desperate attack. And it had been erased by a simple palm.
"How are you so strong? Phuuchi"
Unable to contain the backlash of his attack, the man threw out a mouthful of blood.
He stared at Lei Feng, still unable to comprehend what was going on. Was it even possible to block an attack raging with demonic qi with just a simple palm?
This was not a hidden expert he had provoked. This was not a cultivator in disguise. This was a monster wearing human skin.
Lei Feng took a casual step forward, his gaze fixed on the terrified man. "Now then," he said, his voice calm. "About my payment."
The masked man flinched as if struck.
"When will you give me the tens of beautiful women you promised me?" Lei Feng asked. "That was part of the deal for me, letting you live as a eunuch, wasn't it? Or do you want me to kill you?"
The masked man's mind, already teetering on the edge, snapped. But a cornered beast was still a dangerous one. He found a last sliver of defiance.
"You... you may be strong," he stammered, his voice shaking. "But do you have any idea who my master is? He is from.. from.. someplace you can only look up to! He will hunt you down! He will make you regret this day!"
Yan Rou's heart skipped a beat. She already knew that someone was targeting them deliberately. However, listening to it once again made her worried once again.
Lei Feng, however, looked completely unimpressed. "Some place I can only look up to? Is it a prominent family? Maybe the royal family? Are they the ones who will be providing the beauties?"
"… Yes.. they will give you the beauties. However…" The masked man slowly got up and spoke slowly.
Clearly, this person in front of him was very strong, but he only thought with his dick. Maybe he could get out of here alive.
"However.. what?"
"However, they might not know to send you beauties unless I go and tell them. How about you let me go?" The masked man proposed
"Hmmm…" Lei Feng made a thoughtful expression before nodding vigorously. "That sounds valid. I will let you go. But.."
"You have to become an enuch."
With that, Lei Feng moved forward like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, he reached in front of the masked man.
"What are you doing…" The masked man almost peed his pants in terror.
How did this fellow cover more than 10 meters in the blink of an eye? And why did it seem that he just vanished and teleported right in front of him?
With an incredible speed, Lei Feng hit the man in his abdomen slightly. The impact was so minimal that the masked man barely felt a thing.
Lei Feng stepped forward and patted the man's back.
"There. You can go now."
"Huh? Can I go? Justl ike that?" The masked man was confused.
"Yes. Or did you perhaps want to stay here?" Lei Feng teased.
"No.. of course not."
The masked man glanced at Lei Feng one last time and then bolted away. He did not dare look back, afraid that the slightest delay could be the difference between life and death for him.
"Hey!" Lei Feng shouted after the fleeing figure. "Don't forget to tell your master to send me my beauties!"
With the enemy gone, the immediate danger had passed. Lei Feng finally, gently, set Yan Rou down on her own two feet.
The clearing was quiet again. The tension was gone and was replaced with an awkward silence. Yan Rou stood stiffly, unable to look him in the eye.
Her mind was in complete chaos. She had thousands of questions for Lei Feng. However, she did not know how to ask.
Lei Feng broke the silence, his tone light and teasing. "See? I told you your potential husband was reliable. You really shouldn't be so quick to offer yourself to ugly masked men."
Yan Rou's face flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and something else she could not name. She opened her mouth to retort, but no words came out.
"Regardless, do not think I have forgotten your crimes. I will still spank you soon." Lei Feng grinned as he deliberately looked behind Yan Rou.
"You… hooligan!"
Though Yan Rou was irked, this time the reaction was much milder.
Somewhere in her heart, she had already started to warm up to Lei Feng.