"Brat, this is all your own doing, don't blame us." A scar-faced man grinned, his yellow teeth showing, his smile lewd.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Su Hang was about to use the Thousand-Year Kill, suddenly a whistling sound came, a silver light flashed, and the scar-faced man's hand instantly splattered with blood.
A half-foot-long dagger was directly embedded in his right forearm, piercing through the bone and sinking to the hilt, the force was so great that it was shocking to see.
"Ah!"
The scar-faced man let out a惨call, the hunting rifle fell to the ground, and he clutched his right hand, falling to the ground, rolling and wailing. Just by looking at the dagger that had pierced his arm, one could tell how much pain he was in.
"Who?"
The other two were startled and immediately turned their gun barrels, pointing them in the direction the dagger had flown, their attention also drawn to it.
Such a good opportunity, how could Su Hang let it pass?
Foshan Shadowless Kick!
Lifting his right foot, swift as a shooting star, he kicked out seven or eight times in an instant, directly sending the two men flying. With Su Hang's current Wusheng realm physical strength, each kick was at least a thousand pounds, and these kicks were fueled by hatred. The two men had no defenses and could not withstand them.
Flying ten meters away, they fell to the ground, their backs completely caved in. They struggled, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then lay still, it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.
"Huh? You actually have some skills. Sister, it seems we helped in vain."
Two women walked out from the forest, their clothing somewhat retro, one in white and one in yellow. The white-clad woman looked a bit older, while the yellow-clad one was only a few years older than a little sister. She had a simple and elegant makeup, her appearance not extremely beautiful but still considered very good.
Su Hang looked at these two women who had suddenly appeared, thinking that the dagger must have come from them.
Pulling out the system for a scan, the simple information of the two women appeared in his mind. The white-clad woman was named Shen Tong, 21 years old, at the Sixth Rank Wusheng realm. The yellow-clad woman was named Huang Qimeng, 19 years old, at the Second Rank Wusheng realm.
This couldn't help but surprise Su Hang. Such young Wushengs could already rival the young disciples of major families. Both women specialized in an internal skill called "Spring Melts Snow" and a sword technique called "Yuan Gong Sword Method." Su Hang was not familiar with the martial arts of the various sects, so he couldn't determine their origins based on these two skills alone.
The two women walked out of the forest, their gazes converging on Su Hang, looking somewhat surprised. They had seen the three men with guns pointing at Su Hang from a distance, thinking the three were bullying a commoner. Shen Tong had acted, but she didn't expect the young man she saved to be a skilled expert. Even without her intervention, those three probably wouldn't have been able to harm him.
Huang Qimeng also looked at Su Hang with curiosity. The leg technique Su Hang had used was indeed impressive.
"Clap, clap, clap!"
A sound of applause!
Leng Feng, seemingly unaffected by the deaths and injuries of his subordinates, clapped his hands. Su Hang looked at him, thinking the guy must have been stunned.
"So, you're the fairies of Emei Sect. Why aren't you staying on the Golden Summit, but instead come to this deep mountain forest?" Leng Feng looked at Shen Tong and Huang Qimeng, recognizing the style of their clothing even though he had never met them.
"So, you're from Emei Sect." Su Hang looked at Shen Tong and Huang Qimeng, feeling a bit enlightened. Emei, in Sichuan, was as famous as Qingyun, one of the major sects of Mount Emei. No wonder they could cultivate such young Wusheng disciples.
"Who are you? What does it matter to you where we are?" Huang Qimeng shot a glance at Leng Feng, her words sharp.
"I am Leng Feng, a disciple of Wufu Sect." Leng Feng said directly.
"Wufu Sect? Never heard of it." Huang Qimeng was taken aback, seemingly genuinely unaware, then turned to Shen Tong, "Sister, have you heard of it?"
"Wufu Sect was one of the six major sects of Mount Emei, located on Tianfu Mountain in southern Sichuan. In the 1960s and 1970s, Wufu Sect vigorously promoted feudal superstitions and was suppressed as an enemy. The Wufu Sect's population dwindled, and in recent years, its reputation has faded. The six major sects of Mount Emei are now down to five." Shen Tong explained.
"So, it's a washed-up sect." Huang Qimeng laughed, looking at Leng Feng, "You're Leng Feng, right? Since you know we're from Emei, shouldn't you leave now?"
Leng Feng's lips curled into a smile, "This place is not Emei. Even though Emei is powerful, I doubt it can control this area."
"Tsk!" Huang Qimeng pouted, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. But you can forget it. With me and my sister here, you won't succeed. The Golden Beast belongs to Emei, not for you to touch."
"Truly, a young calf fears no tiger!" Leng Feng shook his head calmly, clearly not taking the two women seriously, "A genius and a treasure, the capable one gets it. The Golden Beast used to belong to Emei, but now it has escaped from Emei. Can it still be considered Emei's?"
"Fallacy!"
Shen Tong coldly snorted, her beautiful eyes coldly staring at Leng Feng, "Where is the Golden Beast?"
Leng Feng smiled calmly, pointing at Su Hang, "When I arrived here, I only saw this boy and this little girl. This boy knows the whereabouts of the Golden Beast. I strongly suspect that he hid it. Why don't you ask him?"
His words successfully drew Shen Tong and Huang Qimeng's attention to Su Hang.
"Did you catch the Golden Beast?" Shen Tong looked at Su Hang, her tone calm.
"I don't know what Golden Beast you're talking about." Su Hang shrugged, thinking that the Golden Beast these three were talking about was probably the golden pig he had caught.
"Brat, stop playing dumb. Bring out the Golden Beast, and we can settle this peacefully today. Otherwise, do you think you can escape from me and these two Emei fairies?" Leng Feng looked at Su Hang mockingly, having about an 80% certainty that the Golden Beast was hidden by Su Hang.
"Brother, what should we do?" Su Xi tightly clung to Su Hang's arm, her face pale, clearly frightened.
"Don't be afraid!"
Su Hang gently patted Su Xi's hand, looking up at Leng Feng, "I don't know what Golden Beast you're talking about, but I did catch a strange little pig. If you want it, the same deal: beat me, and I'll give it to you."
"Huh, ladies, did you hear that? He really did hide it." Leng Feng coldly snorted, then turned to Su Hang, "Arrogant brat, since you want to fight, I'm happy to oblige. I hope your strength matches your mouth."