Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 633: Harm My Life? (First Update)

"Alright, Young Master, with you in command, I feel much more at ease!" Zhu Tao replied to Lin Feng with a smile. He knew exactly what Lin Feng meant that day, and his admiration for Lin Feng grew even deeper. Lin Feng had not only saved his life but also bestowed upon him martial knowledge. Although he was now following Lin Feng in the capacity of a servant, he felt deeply that Lin Feng did not see him that way but rather treated him genuinely as a friend. This emotional bond moved Zhu Tao profoundly, and he instantly became even more resolute in his heart.

As long as he, Zhu Tao, lived, he would steadfastly walk alongside Lin Feng. If so, he would live his life without any regrets...

"You know, we’re family, no need for such formalities. Let’s get going," Lin Feng said, tapping Zhu Tao’s hand with a familial tone in his voice. Once he had accepted Zhu Tao, he had already considered him one of his own. From that moment on, Zhu Tao’s place in Lin Feng’s heart was far from that of a mere servant.

"Young Master, I understand," Zhu Tao replied, his old face blushing with embarrassment. Lin Feng’s phrase "we’re family, no need for such formalities" had excited Zhu Tao immensely. It was clear to him that Lin Feng had never seen him as a servant but rather as one of his own from the very beginning. Such an honor made Zhu Tao feel surprised and cherished. He realized that following Lin Feng was the most correct decision he had ever made in his life. With such a Young Master to follow, who else was worthy of serving, especially as an S-rank expert like himself? Moreover, this level of strength was all thanks to Lin Feng...

Lin Feng said nothing more, stood up, and left the room. Zhu Tao quieted down as well and followed right behind Lin Feng. The two left the hotel one after the other, casually grabbed a taxi, and sped towards Qingfeng Mountain.

...

"Screech!"

The taxi arrived at the entrance to Qingfeng Sect, and Lin Feng with Zhu Tao got out of the car. After instructing the driver to wait for them, the two walked into the sect, one after the other.

However, this time, no gatekeeping disciples came forward to stop them. After Zhu Tao’s last visit, Sect Leader Pu Zefeng had given instructions that if Zhu Tao were to return to Qingfeng Mountain, he should be allowed to pass through and simply notify him. So when Lin Feng and Zhu Tao entered, the gatekeeping disciples had already called Pu Zefeng to inform him that Zhu Tao and another young man had arrived.

Sect Leader Pu Zefeng found the call from the gatekeeping disciple rather strange. According to the disciple, Zhu Tao had come to Qingfeng Mountain accompanied by a young man in his early twenties. What was going on? He knew that Zhu Tao had fled the last time, so how come he dared to come to Qingfeng Mountain again, and this time with a young man? Who was this young man?

After only a brief moment of thought, Park Zefeng gave up pondering. No matter what, the fact that Zhu Tao had managed to escape last time was already a failure for him, a humiliation he simply couldn’t swallow. With this thought in mind, Park Zefeng instructed a disciple at his side to notify Zhu Tao and that young man to come to Qingyou Valley behind the mountain to find him. After giving the instruction, Park Zefeng went alone to Qingyou Valley to wait for Zhu Tao’s arrival.

Having let Zhu Tao escape three days ago, Park Zefeng was determined to bring him down this time and seize his Ancient Sword. Otherwise, as H Country’s top martial artist, he would be utterly disgraced. Park Zefeng wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen. Moreover, during these three days, he had come up with a way to counter the Ancient Sword. It was a perfect opportunity to keep Zhu Tao on Qingfeng Mountain. As for the young man with Zhu Tao, Park Zefeng didn’t take him seriously at all. What status could a man in his early twenties have in his presence? It was nothing but a joke!

Lin Feng and Zhu Tao approached the main entrance of Qingfeng Sect at a leisurely pace. Barely having set foot toward the gate, a disciple emerged to inform them that Sect Leader Park Zefeng was waiting for them in Qingyou Valley behind the mountain. The disciple pointed toward the direction and path to Qingyou Valley, then disappeared inside the gate.

Hearing this, Lin Feng and Zhu Tao turned and walked down the path to the right. Following the cobblestone-paved road, they headed toward Qingyou Valley behind the mountain.

Before long, the two of them arrived at Qingyou Valley and, without much difficulty, found Park Zefeng standing in the middle of the valley, seemingly absorbed in thought. They stopped in their tracks.

"Zhu Tao, I didn’t expect you to have the guts to come here!" exclaimed Park Zefeng when he saw Zhu Tao smiling, followed by a young man. He felt utterly incredulous. Zhu Tao was an S-ranked martial artist—how could he willingly follow behind a young man? What was going on here? Who exactly was this young man?

But Park Zefeng’s surprise was fleeting. He stopped looking at Lin Feng altogether, deeming the identity of the young man irrelevant. What mattered was that Zhu Tao had the audacity to seek him out, which was truly astonishing. In addition, seeing Zhu Tao smiling so confidently and looking so relaxed, Park Zefeng started feeling nervous. Zhu Tao clearly hadn’t been his match last time, so why had he come willingly now, and why did Zhu Tao seem so sure of himself? Where was he getting this confidence from?

"Park Zefeng, I’m here to finish what I couldn’t last time. I must defeat you today!" Zhu Tao replied, stepping forward a few paces before stopping and addressing Park Zefeng. In the past three days and nights, Zhu Tao had felt an extraordinary improvement, so much so that it could be described as earth-shattering. Therefore, at this moment, Zhu Tao spoke with full confidence that he could certainly defeat H Country’s top martial artist and make Park Zefeng taste bitter defeat on behalf of his disciple.

"Old Zhu, try not to take a life," Lin Feng added from the side. Upon seeing Park Zefeng, Lin Feng couldn’t help but instruct him. Although Park Zefeng had gotten caught up in Cui Jinhao’s schemes, he hadn’t done anything wrong except for some indiscretions regarding the martial arts school. More importantly, they had no deep-seated grudge with Park Zefeng—defeating him was enough. They only needed to ensure Cui Jinhao would let go completely; there was no need to drive him to his death.

"Understood, Young Master!" Zhu Tao quickly responded to Lin Feng’s words. To be honest, he didn’t wish to endanger Park Zefeng’s life either. There was no reason to do so, making Lin Feng’s statement perfectly align with his intentions. The outcome that Lin Feng suggested was precisely what Zhu Tao hoped to see.

"Endanger my life? Are you dreaming?" Park Zefeng almost laughed in anger upon hearing Lin Feng and Zhu Tao’s conversation. He thought to himself that these two were really putting on airs—talking about sparing his life when they had just started the conversation. Just who did they think they were? That "Young Master" must belong to some Prominent Family and was no threat to him. And Zhu Tao? He was nothing but his defeated foe. To think they were now claiming to spare his life was ridiculous; they must indeed fear their own bluster would betray them!

"Who’s dreaming, we’ll know in a moment, take my sword!" Zhu Tao said indifferently. He didn’t want to waste words now and chose to take action directly, his feet suddenly exerting force.

"Bang!"

He stomped a crater more than four meters in diameter on the ground. Man and sword as one, he became a white rainbow lancing toward Park Zefeng standing dozens of meters away. The strike’s momentum was overwhelming, and the Ancient Sword even emitted a whistling sound of tearing through the air, intent on shredding everything before it!

As soon as Zhu Tao appeared, Park Zefeng had already started circulating his True Qi. Seeing Zhu Tao’s sudden sword strike, he wasn’t surprised at all. Since the fight had started, there was no need for idle chatter, directly dealing with Zhu Tao would be the end of it. With that thought, Park Zefeng also moved into action. With an equally forceful push with his feet, his body swiftly sidestepped to avoid the attack.

"Bang!"

Park Zefeng’s speed was extremely fast, effortlessly dodging Zhu Tao’s strike and then immediately moving at high speed around Zhu Tao, just like before. He sought to find an opportunity to defeat Zhu Tao with a single strike.

When Zhu Tao saw Park Zefeng repeating his old tricks, trying to defeat him with the same method as last time, he nearly laughed out loud and then comfortably stood his ground. No matter how Park Zefeng circled around him, he didn’t move an inch, looking as if he was watching a monkey perform, observing Park Zefeng running about by himself.

Park Zefeng saw that Zhu Tao didn’t move, and on the contrary, wore a relaxed, mocking expression. He became infuriated by Zhu Tao’s attitude. Fine! If it’s like that, then let’s have you taste the method I’ve come up with, he thought. With that, Park Zefeng decided to use the strategy he had come up with over the past three days to deal with Zhu Tao.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

While Park Zefeng was running at high speed, he miraculously kicked out three streams of Gang Qi. These three streams of Gang Qi were almost simultaneously released, each coming from a different direction with the force of a tiger’s roar, all converging on Zhu Tao. The angles were planned so well that Zhu Tao would not be able to avoid them, no matter which direction he tried to dodge.

Zhu Tao looked at Park Zefeng’s three streams of Gang Qi with disdain. He hadn’t anticipated that in the three days, Park Zefeng would come up with such a tactic to contend with him, clearly, he was looking down on him. Since that was the case, Zhu Tao felt even more confident about handling Park Zefeng. Thinking this, Zhu Tao also pushed forcefully with his feet.

"Bang!"

Instead of dodging horizontally, he leapt vertically from the six-meter-wide crater he had made. Soaring over ten meters high into the air, he swung his longsword. A crescent-shaped Sword Gang instantly flew out, heading straight for Park Zefeng below, who was running toward him, intending to engage at close range, like the reaping blade of the Death God.

Park Zefeng sensed trouble at the sight and had to bring himself to an urgent halt. With a powerful stamp of his feet, he suddenly changed direction,

"Bang!"

dissipating the force of his forward momentum, then his whole body flew backward.

"Boom!"

After Park Zefeng evaded the Sword Gang, it viciously crashed into the ground, creating a massive gully nearly thirty meters long!