Peerless Martial God 2 Chapter 4 - Piss Off!

Lin Feng journeyed into the village. An elder approached and introduced the settlement to them.

“Gods Village? Honorable elder, what’s the reason for this village bearing the name Gods Village?” Lin Feng inquired when he heard the old man’s greeting. The elder was clad in black garments. Lin Feng harbored a curiosity regarding the village’s appellation.

The elder let out a chuckle. He guided Lin Feng and the others to the base of a grand tree, took a seat on a chair, and then dispatched some individuals to prepare tea.

“Young brother, I can discern that you are not native to this place. Our village stands as the most significant settlement within the Supranatural Region. It could be regarded as a power of influence. Our ancestor was a supreme cultivator, whom we venerate as a god. So much time has elapsed that this has become the name of our village,” the elder stated with a smile.

They found themselves within the Continent of the Gods, and more precisely, in the Supranatural Region. It was possible this was a smaller world. The organizational structure of the Continent of the Gods might not be drastically dissimilar to that of the Continent of the Nine Clouds.

Lin Feng was already forming questions.

“Honorable elder, what is the scale of the Continent of the Gods?”

Lin Feng recognized the absurdity of his own question upon uttering it, but being a newcomer, he genuinely needed to comprehend the continent's structure.

As anticipated, the elder regarded him with a hint of mockery, yet he maintained his smile and chuckled. “Little brother, you must hail from an exceedingly small town; it’s natural if you’re unfamiliar with how our world is organized. I shall inform you, there are countless territories across the Continent of the Gods. This is but a single one among them.”

“Hundreds of territories? That many?” Lin Feng’s heart gave a jolt. How would he locate Duan Xin Ye, Qing Feng, and Qiu Yue Xin amidst such immensity? When would he find them? And what of the others?

“Venerable elder, do you happen to know of the Silver Sect?” Xue Baguio had instructed them to seek out the Silver Sect, which was her own Sect.

Upon hearing this, the elder shook his head and replied, “I have never heard of it. It must not be situated within the Supranatural Region. Perhaps it resides in the Silver Region?”

“The Silver Region?” Lin Feng echoed. He committed that name to memory. Even if the Silver Sect wasn’t located there, it would at least provide him with a direction.

“Mister Su, some new arrivals are in the village, who might they be? Would you introduce them to us?” a young man inquired in a gruff tone. His voice carried an unpleasant quality.

The elder tilted his head and observed a young man dressed in blue attire, idly fanning himself. Behind him stood several men exuding an aggressive and sinister aura. Lin Feng assessed them: the men accompanying him were low-level Saints, while the young man himself was a high-level Emperor. To Lin Feng, such individuals were merely commonplace.

The young man approached the elder, took a seat on his own chair, and the men positioned behind him seized the elder by his collar.

“Zhou Bin, what is the meaning of this? Although your grandfather holds the position of village leader, you cannot behave with such insolence and arrogance here,” the old man protested, looking at Zhou Bin. However, Zhou Bin completely disregarded him, casting a disdainful glance his way.

Zhou Bin then leered at Meng Qing and Tang You You, his gaze sweeping over them from head to toe. He had never encountered women of such breathtaking beauty, and he couldn't suppress his salivation.

“Greetings, ladies, my name is Zhou Bin. My grandfather is the leader of this village. He is a formidable High-Level Holy King. Would you be interested in joining me for dinner?”

Zhou Bin stared at them with overt desire. He stood up, attempting to present himself as a gentleman, gesturing with his fan and emitting a giggle. A faint smirk played at the corner of his lips. His eyes gleamed.

Lin Feng knitted his brows. This fellow dared to perpetrate such flagrant outrages merely because his grandfather was the village leader, huh?

“Ladies, come over here,” Zhou Bin commanded when he perceived the two women remaining silent. He interpreted their silence as a tacit agreement. He even extended his hands, aiming to grasp theirs.

“Piss off!” Lin Feng declared at that precise moment. An overwhelming and terrifying force surged forth, striking Zhou Bin and propelling him backward. Zhou Bin let out a shriek as he crashed to the ground. His entire body throbbed with pain.

The three low-level Saints accompanying him only registered the events unfolding after Zhou Bin had been sent flying.

They realized that the individual who had initially emitted no Qi was, in fact, a potent cultivator. He was by no means weak!

And the most alarming aspect was that this person had the audacity to strike Master Zhou; he was utterly reckless!

“Damn it! You dared to hit me? Kill him! Then, capture those two chicks! I’m going on a meat feast tonight!” Zhou Bin bellowed furiously, rising to his feet and fixing his gaze upon Lin Feng.

The three figures behind him clenched their fists. Possessing the cultivation of low-level Saints, they were imbued with confidence. If they were to display even a fraction of their power, Lin Feng would likely yield.

As low-level Saints, they were counted among the strongest cultivators within the village, and even within the Supranatural Region itself, they were considered top-tier cultivators. In this region, they knew no fear.

However, when they displayed their strength, it became apparent that something was amiss as Lin Feng seemed unfazed. He simply regarded them with a cool, indifferent gaze and clasped his wives’ hands.

“Attack! I don’t think he’s stronger than us!” one of the formidable cultivators yelled in rage. He leaped forward, launching himself at Lin Feng.

“Little boy, if you die, you have no one to blame but yourself. This is the consequence for offending Master Zhou! Perish!!!” the assailant shrieked ferociously. The elder’s face drained of color as he fixed his eyes on Lin Feng, his heart filled with concern for him.

Lin Feng smirked mockingly at the cultivator’s evident confidence. As the cultivator raised his foot, aiming to deliver a kick to Lin Feng’s face, Lin Feng casually raised his left hand. The cultivator’s fury intensified. Was Lin Feng so arrogant to believe he could counter with a simple punch?

“Hmph! You are certainly doomed. After you die, your women will belong to our young master! Haha!” the man declared with a hideous, toothy grin. His yellow teeth were quite repulsive.

“Begone! You’re interrupting my tea time.” Lin Feng remained impassive, completely disregarding the cultivator.

With a swift motion, Lin Feng unleashed a punch. The cultivator’s expression contorted in shock as he felt a terrifying Qi envelop him, making breathing arduous. His eyes widened, and his heart hammered against his ribs.

In that instant, he understood the terrifying potency of Lin Feng’s Qi. This outsider possessed the might of a High-Level Holy King!!!

The man was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground. He scrambled to his feet, trembling, his entire body aching. His face was ashen as he turned to the other two men and cried out, “Quick, run! This fellow is a High-Level Holy King!”

“A high... High-Level Holy King?”

The two men’s faces paled dramatically. They knew they stood no chance against a High-Level Holy King. The trio desperately sought to flee.

Yet, how could Lin Feng allow them such an escape? He released a surge of Qi, causing their faces to drain of color. In that moment, they sensed that Lin Feng’s Qi was even more formidable than that of a Saint, or a High-Level Holy King in their realm; he wielded the Qi of a Supreme Holy King.

Silenced, they dared not utter another word and fell to their knees.

“Don’t you dare touch me! My grandfather is a High-Level Holy King. If you lay a hand on me, he will kill you, and your women will be mine!!” Zhou Bin stammered, backing away from Lin Feng in sheer terror. Even in his dire straits, his lecherous thoughts about women persisted.

Lin Feng found his depravity utterly contemptible.

His anger surged. With a furious roar, he waved his left hand, releasing a powerful suction force. Zhou Bin’s face contorted with desperation as the force irresistibly drew him toward Lin Feng.

“You dare utter lewdness towards women, perish!!” Lin Feng pronounced icily, striking towards Zhou Bin’s head.

Zhou Bin reeled in sheer terror, stumbling and collapsing onto his knees.

“Ah!! Grandpa! Save me!!” Zhou Bin wailed in panic.

“Little brat, you intend to kill my grandson? You shall die!” a voice boomed at that exact moment.

The approaching High-Level Holy King unleashed his power. Lin Feng looked up, a flash of light catching his eye, and an enraged old man in white robes appeared. He hurled a fist toward Lin Feng.

“A mere Saint dares to act so presumptuously? I shall sever one of your arms as a lesson,” Lin Feng stated with a grim smile, extending his hands.

“Hmph! You overestimate your pathetic self! You court death!!” the old man bellowed, ferociously driving his fist towards Lin Feng.

The old man presumed Lin Feng to be a young, albeit powerful, High-Level Holy King, assuming he lacked the superior experience he himself possessed.

“Ah, ah!! You are not a High-Level Holy King! You are a supreme cultivator!!”

He never even finished his terrified utterance before sensing Lin Feng’s might shatter his arm into countless fragments. His face contorted in agonizing pain.

Lin Feng could now torment high-level Saints as he pleased!

Earlier, the old man in black had been concealed beneath a table. Lin Feng’s immense power was undeniable! Could no one in the village contend with him?

“Grandpa, rescue me!” Zhou Bin sobbed, his eyes fixed on his grandfather in abject terror.

Zhou Bin’s grandfather, having just lost an arm, also stared at Lin Feng, his face a mask of terror.

Lin Feng was a Supreme Holy King, an unparalleled cultivator. How had his grandson managed to provoke such an immensely powerful being?

“I implore you to forgive my grandson. I would be eternally grateful,” the old man pleaded, his previous arrogance replaced by a submissive tone as he looked at Lin Feng.