灵气崩坏：地球上最后一个修炼者

25

At this moment, everyone in the room was stunned.

Tan Tianhong and Zhou Yunmei, both prominent figures, were especially shaken, their bodies chilling with a sense of helplessness.

They were not just any ordinary individuals. One was a late-stage Earth Realm master, and the other a mid-stage Earth Realm expert—absolute powerhouses within Jinling City!

Yet now, what was happening? In the blink of an eye, they had been easily restrained by this young man, unable to put up any resistance.

How formidable must this young man be?

"Who... who are you?" Tan Tianhong stammered, his voice trembling.

As the first hall master of San Kou Tang and a supreme powerhouse in the late Earth Realm, this was the first time he had ever felt fear.

"Who I am is of no consequence. What matters is whether you wish to live or not," Lin Feng said, casually tossing the two onto the ground.

In an instant, Lin Feng had reappeared on the sofa, leisurely pouring himself a glass of red wine.

Teleportation?

Everyone swallowed hard, their scalps tingling.

In the vast Jinling City, they were undoubtedly among the fiercest of the fierce, yet they were utterly at a loss now.

"Senior, what did you mean by that?"

True to his position as the first hall master, Tan Tianhong quickly regained his composure and asked respectfully.

He now believed every word Lin Feng had spoken!

Si Tuhao was dead!

The elite forces of the second hall had been effortlessly wiped out by Lin Feng!

Regardless of what would come next, the only course of action for him now was to yield.

"If you want to live, become my lackeys. If not, I'll send you to join Si Tuhao," Lin Feng said, taking a sip of his wine nonchalantly.

At these words, Tan Tianhong and the others fell silent.

Being called "lackeys" was an insult too grave, dismissing them entirely.

"Senior, your demands are somewhat excessive. Even if your strength is..."

At this point, a late-stage Profound Realm warrior could no longer contain himself and began to speak.

Before he could finish, Lin Feng spat out the wine in his mouth, which shot through the warrior's chest with imperceptible speed.

"Boom!"

The late-stage Profound Realm warrior's eyes dimmed instantly, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Is there anyone else who objects? I am actually quite reasonable and dislike forcing others."

"You may speak freely. If your words are reasonable, I will consider them."

As Lin Feng spoke, he stood up and examined the antiques in the living room, his hands clasped behind his back, displaying no sign of defensiveness.

Tan Tianhong and Zhou Yunmei exchanged glances, their eyes flickering.

This was undoubtedly an opportune moment for a surprise attack, but both were still stunned and anxious.

"Is this golden ball also an antique?" Lin Feng asked, holding up a small golden ball from the cabinet.

Tan Tianhong, not understanding Lin Feng's intention, chuckled dryly and said, "Si Tuhao was fond of collecting these; they should be antiques."