At night, Lin Feng strolled through the core area of the Imperial Capital and discovered a palace that was no less magnificent than the Imperial Palace. No, after he penetrated the walls and saw the interior decoration, it was probably even more magnificent than the Imperial Palace. Candles were installed everywhere in the palace, emitting light to the surroundings. Therefore, the surroundings looked as bright as day.
Ordinary assassins had nowhere to hide here, but Lin Feng relied on the True Ancestor's keen perception and the Dimensional Blade's space-traversing ability to skillfully avoid all the patrolling soldiers. He walked slowly towards the depths of the palace as if he were strolling in his own backyard.
In the center of the main hall, an old man was sitting at the dining table. He was about sixty or seventy years old, with white hair and beard, but his physical fitness had not been affected much by aging. His eyes were also bright and energetic, exuding unrestrained desire.
Just as he was eating roasted meat in large bites, he saw a man appear in front of him at some point. The man was wearing a black suit, and although he looked handsome, his bloodthirsty nature could be seen from his scarlet eyes.
"A delicious meal delivered to my door? Then I won't be polite."
Honest didn't need to guess who the other party was. Since he could appear here, it meant that this person was an assassin sent by the rebels.
"The flesh of young people is the most delicious."
The Minister picked up a napkin and wiped the grease from his mouth. Then he stood up, casually threw off his coat, and revealed a strong physique.
Seeing that under his fat appearance, it was hard to imagine that there would be strong muscles on his arms.
The Minister knew that if he wanted to enjoy life for a long time, he must have a strong body. So when he was young, he had received rigorous training at Shaolin Temple.
Honest lowered his body, spread his legs, and positioned his heavy arms. He was already in a fighting stance, completely disregarding the black-clad assassin before him.
Lin Feng looked at the fat man with a cold expression, knowing in his heart that it would take some effort to subdue the Minister.
In the original work, the Minister, relying solely on his physical prowess, suppressed Leone after she had transformed into a Beast King. If it were an ordinary assassin, a single punch from the Minister would undoubtedly cause severe internal injuries due to the immense force.
"I am Honest, the Minister who controls this country. You commoners are all beings to be freely manipulated by me."
Honest propelled himself forward with his legs, directly charging to within two steps of Lin Feng, then swung his right arm, intending to use his massive body's inertia to shatter his opponent with a single punch.
"Shaolin Temple • Hundred Strikes Fist!"
With a roar, he threw his right punch with all his might. The heavy fist could knock down a bull. If it hit a person, it could easily shatter their internal organs.
"Bengyue Dimension Blade!"
Lin Feng raised his right hand and slashed twice in mid-air. The slashes, capable of severing space, heavily struck the Minister's arm.
Without suspense, two heavy arms flew into the air, dancing with blood, then slammed heavily onto the ground.
For a moment, seeing the arms on the ground, Honest couldn't comprehend.
How could his body, trained to the extreme, be so easily severed? Even if he couldn't accept the fact, the sharp pain extended from the severed section of his shoulder all the way to his brain, making Honest realize this was no dream.
He staggered backward from Lin Feng, screaming shrilly:
"Quick, help! There's an assassin, an assassin!"
If an ordinary person had both arms severed, they would immediately faint from the pain. Even if they remained conscious, they would be unable to move due to severe blood loss and immense pain. Clearly, the Minister, having undergone physical training, was not among them.
Lin Feng followed closely behind the frantically fleeing Honest, step by step. He intended to slowly torment the Minister, crushing his beliefs bit by bit.
Beneath his pale face, a man-eating red glow flickered, the joy of a sadist.
Upon hearing the Minister's cry for help, a team of guards rushed to his aid.
Among them, a muscular man with a bare torso quickly charged forward.
He was Zhutian, one of the Rakshasa Four Demons from Shaolin Temple, and the Minister's personal executioner. He was at the peak of non-Imperial Armaments users, able to rival Imperial Armament users with his bare hands by freely manipulating his body through a secret technique.
"Hundred Strikes Fist!!"
Zhutian, who prioritized muscle training, was very confident in his own strength, throwing countless afterimages with his fists.
"Only one person?"
Lin Feng let out a soft snort from the corner of his mouth, a hint of disdain on his face. Even if all the Rakshasa Four Demons came at once, they wouldn't harm him in the slightest.
He extended five fingers towards the bearded man's face, casually unleashing a slash that could twist space.
Zhutian didn't even realize what had happened before his head was horizontally sliced into several pieces of flesh by the infinitely terrifying Dimension Blade.
The Minister beside him was stunned. With just a wave of his hand, the Rakshasa Four Demons were killed.
The casualness of it was even easier than a child crushing an ant. What kind of Imperial Armament could make him so powerful!
"Why aren't you running? Have you accepted your fate!"
"Don't get cocky, kid! You're already within my range!"
Honest shouted to mask the fear in his heart. Then, the gem on his forehead shattered, and a dazzling light erupted from it, completely enveloping Lin Feng.
The Imperial Armament the Minister used was Ireistone, an anti-Imperial Armament that could destroy an opponent's Imperial Armament. The shattered gem would regenerate in just one week, but it couldn't be used until then.
"His Imperial Armament has been destroyed, now go get him!"
At Minister Honest's command, thirty rifle-wielding soldiers opened fire simultaneously, filling the hall with the sound of gunshots.
In this world where human physical capabilities were generally not high, humans who lost their Imperial Armaments were like lambs to the slaughter in the face of firearms.
"Ahaha, this is my repayment for you severing my arms."
Honest endured the immense pain in his shoulders, revealing a cruel smile. He had undergone much training at Shaolin Temple, including pain tolerance. He had been punched in the abdomen, kicked in the testicles, and trained under waterfalls.
His dream was to live to 130 years old, taste all the delicacies in the world, enjoy all beautiful women, and kill all the guys he hated.
Mere severed arms, he could just get new ones. He was confident that he could overcome any difficulty.
But in the next moment, his confident, large face twisted.
Honest had seen countless storms in his life, but this was the first time he had experienced such a huge shock.
"Ah, my waist!"
The guards around him were one by one cut in half at the waist, blood spurting from the severed sections.
Hearing the pig-like screams of the guards, Honest realized that when those bullets hit Lin Feng's body, they all passed through him as if hitting an illusion.
Impossible!
His Imperial Armament was clearly destroyed by me, how can he still use his abilities?
Just as Honest's fat pig-like face was unusually confused.
No matter how hard the surrounding guards pulled the trigger, frantically unleashing bullets, each of them, as Lin Feng waved his hand, was cut in half at the waist.
In an instant, severed heads, broken arms, and internal organs flew everywhere.
"Monster... He's an untouchable monster!"
This bloody scene truly frightened some of the guards, who immediately threw down their firearms and turned to flee for their lives. Although they didn't know what the opponent's ability was, seeing their comrades cut in two, any normal person would know it would soon be their turn.
However, Lin Feng had no intention of leaving anyone alive. All the guards who had seen him tonight were to die!
Honest was so scared that warm liquid flowed from between his legs. He was desperately thinking about how to survive.
He wanted to use high-sounding words to cover up his actions. This world was inherently about the strong preying on the weak. It was natural and right for the strong to plunder the weak, and Honest had always done so. Now that the situation had reversed, he had also become the weak one to be plundered.
"Wait... wait a moment! Please wait, I can give you anything. Whatever you want, you can tell me! I am the Minister! As long as you spare my life, I guarantee you a high position in the Imperial Capital!"
Just as Honest's lips trembled rapidly, desperately begging for mercy.
Lin Feng walked in front of him, raised his right hand, and in the Minister's terrified gaze, stabbed him in the chest. He didn't use spatial abilities, but literally pierced through his flesh and pulled out his heart.
The crimson heart thumped in Lin Feng's hand. This Minister, who ate big fish and big meat every day, had a surprisingly vigorous heart.
Instantly, Lin Feng, in front of the Minister, crushed his heart. The Minister's vitality was tenacious; even without a heart, he fell to the ground, spitting blood, but didn't die immediately.
Then, Lin Feng activated "Creation." Black demonic energy slowly drifted from him into the Minister's body, taking root where his heart used to be, gradually condensing into a new heart. His severed arms also regenerated under the condensation of the demonic energy.
In a moment, Honest slowly stood up. The pain of his heart being crushed made him shudder. But when he touched his chest, there was no wound at all!
Monster! How could such a terrifying monster exist in the world! Honest felt his worldview had been overturned. No Imperial Armament user had ever been able to achieve what Lin Feng did. Due to the overwhelming impact of reality, he was truly terrified. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't. Tears flowed uncontrollably.
Heh~
Lin Feng chuckled at the Minister's pathetic appearance.
It was this disgraceful wretch who, for his own selfish desires, could bring down a great empire that had existed for a thousand years. However, this wretch was still qualified to be a vicious dog.
This world still needed a hated and despised villain, and Lin Feng was the great hero who would defeat the villain.
"Then, bark like a dog a couple of times. Let me hear if you're a good dog."
Lin Feng spoke in a rather relaxed tone.
"Damn it. This guy is a complete pervert. He actually made a noble like him bark like an animal." Just as the minister felt hatred, his heart was tightly clutched as if by a large hand, unable to beat. The invisible pressure made him realize that his life and death were entirely at the whim of this devil.
"Woof… woof woof…"
Honest, the empire's de facto ruler, just like a dog, crawled on all fours, begging for his life with snot and tears streaming down his face.