Chapter 004: The Death of Han Jianfeng

Indeed, one fears what comes. Han Jianfeng thought to himself. Although the middle-aged man in splendid attire appeared indifferent, Han Jianfeng felt that his gaze was incredibly sharp, as if he could see right through him. He could clearly sense that the other party's strength was far superior to his own. However, Han Jianfeng did not show the slightest hint of fear and, maintaining his composure, said: "Senior, your cultivation is far more powerful than mine, and the techniques you practice must be of a very high level. Why do you seek my techniques? Are you not afraid of being ridiculed by others?"

Han Jianfeng gasped heavily; although he had blocked the attack with the Diamond Shield, enduring the five close-range skills from the king-level opponents was no easy feat. He had already lost the strength to continue fighting

"You don't need to beat around the bush anymore. Or do you think I am unaware of your secret? You are not just a fire-type master, are you?" The middle-aged man in the splendid attire made a statement that was shocking.

Suddenly, the earthen wall cracked, and five figures were thrown out, landing heavily on the ground

Suddenly, the movements of the six individuals came to a halt. The five surrounding Han Jianfeng were all concentrating their efforts to gather various elements. Han Jianfeng, who was encircled in the center, smiled faintly. Are we going to have a decisive battle? Come on. He raised both hands simultaneously, with intense fire elements and metal elements coalescing in each hand.

I understand, and I also know that I am no match for my senior. I only hope that my senior can spare others, as they know nothing. The reason Han Jianfeng is so polite to him is not out of fear; even if death is certain, so what? However, in order to protect his clan, he cannot bow his head.

As long as you are given time, sooner or later you will surpass me, so today you must die. With that, a sound like a breaking void echoed, and Murong Qing and her son could not even see what it was. Pfft, a mouthful of fresh blood was spat out, and Han Jianfeng's body fell limply. Yet his gaze remained fixed on Murong Qing and her son, with a faint smile still lingering in his eyes.

The members of the Han family displayed expressions of confusion upon hearing the words of the middle-aged man in splendid attire, clearly indicating their lack of knowledge on the matter. A thirty-two-year-old five-star skill master is already astonishing; if he were to possess dual attributes, he would likely be considered a genius among geniuses throughout the entire empire

Han Jianfeng muttered a curse under his breath, realizing that there was no escaping today

Turning his gaze to Han Fengxue, Han Jianfeng spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Fengxue, your father has been hiding something from you. You are not useless; you are a genius, a true genius. This, you will understand in the future. From now on, when I am not by your side, you must learn to be strong and take good care of your mother.

As she watched Han Jianfeng disappear from sight, Murong Qing also ran outside, although with her mere two-star technician cultivation, her speed was unlikely to keep up

If I were to say that my cultivation method is not suitable for you, I suppose you would not believe me either, would you? Han Jianfeng said

At this moment, the Han family's courtyard was enveloped in silence. Suddenly, a mouthful of fresh blood could no longer be contained and was spat out by Han Tianjun. However, Han Tianjun's eyes remained fixed on the figure that had long since disappeared outside the door.

"What is the point of this? As long as you hand over the technique, I assure you that no one will be harmed. I do not wish to see a genius fall like this," the middle-aged man in splendid attire advised.

Meteor showers, diamond shields, and another voice resounded

Han Jianfeng turned around, not looking directly at him, but instead gazing at the middle-aged man in the splendid attire. He spoke, "Senior, it is not that I am unwilling to hand over the martial arts techniques, but rather that I am unable to do so. I hope you can forgive me. After my death, I hope you will not make things difficult for my family. Han Jianfeng had already resigned himself to his fate.

Murong Qing and Han Fengxue hurried over to support the swaying Han Jianfeng

"Let’s go to battle," Han Jianfeng said, quickly darting outside.

Han Jianfeng shook his head and said, "Father, I have my own difficulties. I am unfilial and can no longer serve you."

Han Jianfeng walked beside Murong Qing and her child, gazing affectionately at the wife who had spent over a decade with him. At this moment, Murong Qing's face was already covered in tears, looking back at her husband with equal affection. She did not speak to offer any words of comfort; only she knew the secrets within her husband's heart, and everything was understood without words. The memories of their meeting, knowing each other, falling in love, and the countless moments over the years replayed in their minds. A glance felt like an eternity, as if a long time had passed. They both smiled, their smiles so gentle, a tenderness amidst despair.

Turning around, Murong Qing saw the pleading crimson eyes of Han Fengxue. Her heart softened, and she turned back to pick up Han Fengxue, dashing outward once more

"The middle-aged man in a splendid robe lost his voice. This time, he was truly shocked. The news he received stated that Han Jianfeng was merely a dual-system practitioner. Initially, Han Jianfeng had only utilized fire and metal skills, but now, he had also employed earth skills.

With their familiarity with the aura emanating from Han Jianfeng, Murong Qing and her son finally arrived at the battlefield

"Are you done rambling?" said a man with a cold expression, unable to wait any longer to speak

"Mother, I want to go too," Han Fengxue shouted

"Rest assured, this I can promise," replied the middle-aged man in splendid attire. It was not that he had not considered using Han Jianfeng's relatives to threaten him; it was simply that, given his status, to question a junior would already be a loss of face. If he were to resort to threatening Han Jianfeng's family, it would be utterly shameless. Although this is a world where the strong are revered and no one would dare to speak against him, the strong possess their own dignity and a baseline for conduct. Furthermore, Han Jianfeng's willingness to die rather than surrender his techniques made him vaguely believe that Han Jianfeng must have compelling reasons for his actions. Although this is a world where the strong are revered and no one would dare to speak against him, the strong possess their own dignity and a baseline for conduct. Furthermore, Han Jianfeng's willingness to die rather than surrender his techniques made him vaguely believe that Han Jianfeng must have compelling reasons for his actions.

"Truly deserving of the title of genius, being able to stand firm without retreating a single step under the pressure of the five of them, you must at least possess the cultivation of a four-star skill master. Achieving such a level at such a young age, your future prospects are boundless. I am here today to demand something from you; I am very interested in the cultivation method you practice, so hand it over." The middle-aged man in splendid attire said to Han Jianfeng in a commanding tone.

In the western suburbs of Maple City, six individuals were engaged in combat, while not far away, a middle-aged man in a华衣 observed the battlefield with a calm demeanor. It was Han Jianfeng facing off against the five individuals led by the middle-aged man, who surrounded him in a rapid rotation, unleashing various skills that struck towards Han Jianfeng. Han Fengxue and her son could barely discern the figures of the six.

"If I don't see it with my own eyes, I won't feel at ease," replied the middle-aged man.

"Jian Feng, you should leave it to him," Han Tianjun also advised. He certainly understood the consequences of Han Jianfeng not handing over the martial arts techniques. Others also began to speak up to persuade him.

Han Fengxue listened to her father's last words, her heart filled with despair. Was the father who had cared for her since childhood really going to leave her? Her small hands clenched tightly, and her heart was bleeding. How she longed for great power now, more than ever before. She wished to share the burden with her father, rather than feeling so powerless. To become stronger, to become stronger, I must become stronger, I will not allow today's events to happen before me again

Having received assurance, Han Jianfeng also breathed a sigh of relief, as the worst possible outcome had ultimately not occurred

Hearing Han Jianfeng's words, Han Tianjun's face twisted in pain. Was the son of the clan's number one genius really going to fall before him today? He tightly grasped Han Jianfeng's shoulders, "Is there really no other way?" Han Tianjun still held onto a glimmer of hope

Han Tianjun's hands, resting on the cold sword's edge, were somewhat stiff from exertion. He let out a long sigh, his face almost oozing blood. If given a choice, Han Tianjun would rather substitute for his son; no one wishes to endure the pain of sending off a loved one before their time.

The middle-aged man in a splendid robe raised his hand, and the people of the Han family felt their bodies lighten, as the oppressive aura that had weighed upon them vanished

"Keep up," said the middle-aged man in a luxurious garment, as the six individuals pursued with a speed that was no less than that of a cold sword's edge.

As for being ridiculed by others, that is simply a joke. You are, after all, a master-level powerhouse. Do you not understand that in this world where strength reigns supreme, power represents everything, and only the strong have a voice? You should bring forth your skills; otherwise, no matter how talented you are, you will have no opportunity for growth.

Shaking his head, Han Jianfeng looked at his father with a resolute gaze

The members of the Han family were filled with extraordinary anger, yet they felt powerless; they could only pray for a miracle to occur

I still underestimated you. Although I have encountered several prodigies who cultivate dual systems and possess rapid advancement, I have never seen anyone like you. Cultivating three systems and achieving such mastery at just over thirty years of age is unprecedented in my experience. You are the most talented individual I have ever encountered. The voice of the middle-aged man in the splendid attire resonated, and there was finally a hint of fluctuation in his tone.

With a loud shout, all five individuals quickly rushed towards Han Jianfeng, unleashing the skills they had gathered in their hands upon him. As the clouds rolled and the rain fell, a shout echoed, and the five felt the ground beneath them begin to upheave, rolling towards them. Centered around Han Jianfeng, a closed earthen wall formed, obscuring the situation inside from outside view