Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor

"Hmm?" Shi Feng's expression turned cold.

Just a moment ago, he sensed that someone had touched the snow-white longsword he had left outside the door.

"Some fools have come knocking on death's door," Shi Feng said gravely.

With a thought, Dark Evil sank toward the earth, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly became like water, into which the Dark Evil slowly descended. The entire corpse entered the ground, leaving not a trace on the surface.

Turning his head, he glanced at Shi Ling and Bai Yue'e, who were still sound asleep, then Shi Feng walked towards the door.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

The bright moon hung high, casting a light and gentle moonlight, enveloping Xiuling Village in a layer of radiant white brilliance.

From a distance, the village seemed peaceful and serene.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the ground shook, "Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!" A group of riders on steeds appeared on the mountain path not far from Xiuling Village, kicking up clouds of dust and sand.

Leading them were three individuals: a young man in a white robe with a face like a fine jade, radiating youthful elegance; a middle-aged man in a green robe with a longsword on his back, displaying a resolute face and a steady bearing; and an old man in gray cloth, with white hair and a weathered complexion.

Riding furiously behind them were martial artists in fighting attire, each exuding an impressive aura, with the least skilled among them being of the Martial Warrior Realm.

"Ha-ha, I really don't know what my father was thinking. It's just apprehending a mere Martial Disciple, yet he has sent so many experts from our Hai Family, even Uncle Ren and Steward Yue are in action," the young man in white robe laughed with an air of nonchalance. This youth was the third son of Hai Family Patriarch, Hai Batian—the Third Young Master Hai, Hai Ming, of Three-star Warrior Realm.

"Although a Martial Disciple is of little threat, after all, this matter is of the utmost importance, regarding the life and death of our Hai Family. The Family Head does not want any accidents to happen. We must capture this boy alive or bring back his body if he's dead," the middle-aged man, Hai Ren, next to Hai Ming, spoke. He was a Five-star Martial Master, and Hai Batian's younger brother, a renowned expert in Moon City.

"You're being a bit too dramatic, Uncle Hai. It's just the death of a disciple from the Skywind Sect. If the Skywind Sect lays the blame, we could just compensate with some money or treasures. After all, our Hai Family is rich in those things, with enough to last several lifetimes. Steward Yue, you agree, don't you?" Hai Ming said, disdain written all over his face.

Hearing Hai Ming's words, Hai Ren silently shook his head and said no more. Although Hai Ming's martial arts talent was not bad among the younger generation of Moon City, among Hai Batian's three sons, he was the least promising and the most useless.

He idled away his days, hanging out with bad company in taverns and brothels—a complete frog in a well, ignorant of how vast the outside world was, unaware of the terror of the Skywind Sect, and the dignity of a Second-stage Alchemist.

A Second-stage Alchemist was something their Hai Family couldn't obtain even if they spent all their wealth.

"The matter is of great importance, and Third Young Master, you should take it to heart," the white-haired steward, Housekeeper Hai, replied solemnly.

He was the steward of the Hai Family, in charge of all matters, big and small, and also a Nine-star Peak Martial Master—one of the highest in cultivation level next to Hai Batian himself, commanding the utmost respect even from direct descendants of the Hai Family.

"The older people get, the more timid they become," Hai Ming muttered inwardly, not daring to voice his thoughts out loud. Although he was the son of Hai Batian, if Hai Batian learned of his disrespect toward Steward Yue, he would not let it slide.

The cavalcade entered Xiuling Village and, led by a member of the Hai Family, they headed straight to Shi Feng's house, spotting the snow-white longsword Shi Feng left outside his door from afar.

Hai Ming's eyes immediately lit up, and with a flick of his riding crop, he broke away from the crowd and galloped forward. Arriving in front of the sword, he squeezed his mount's belly to stop, leaned over, and with his right hand grabbed the sword into his grasp.

Holding it up to his eyes to take a close look, Hai Ming's face was filled with joy, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahaha, it's a Second Grade Profound Weapon, I never expected it to be a Second Grade Profound Weapon."

Profound Weapons are graded just like the cultivation level of Martial Artists, divided into nine grades.

As Hai Ming spoke, he excitedly raised the sword high, turned his horse around, and looked at the approaching crowd from the Hai Family with a face full of pride.

Just then, an untimely clear voice rang out from behind Hai Ming, "Who is this disrespectful cur? My sword, and you dare touch it with your filthy paws?"

"Seeking death!" The joy and pride on Hai Ming's face vanished instantly, replaced by a twisted expression of ferocity. After bellowing in anger, he quickly turned his horse's head to look in the direction of the voice.

In Moon City, who wouldn't treat the Third Young Master Hai with all due respect? From childhood to now, no one had ever dared to insult him like this.

In Hai Ming's view, there appeared a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, dressed in coarse cloth, walking slowly towards him.

This kind of clothing, clearly that of the low-born, dare to insult me? I, insulted by this low-life?

And to top it off, he's just a contemptible Martial Disciple!

The more Hai Ming thought, the angrier he became, especially when he saw Shi Feng's relaxed, leisurely stroll. Hai Ming wanted nothing more than to charge over and hack him to pieces. He spoke coldly, "You must be that mongrel Shi Feng! Today, you will regret being born."

Numerous vicious methods of torturing Shi Feng flashed in Hai Ming's mind. Clenching his teeth and with a fierce look, he patted the back of his steed, causing the horse beneath him to dash forward in pain.

"I will make sure you taste what it means to live a fate worse than death!"

At this moment, the cavalry from behind Hai Ming had also arrived, Someone broke away from the crowd, wanting to help Hai Ming deal with Shi Feng.

At this point, Steward Yue stretched out a hand to block this person's path, saying, "There's no need to go over there. It's just a Martial Disciple. Let the Young Lord have his fun. Just do your own part properly."

"Yes," the person responded.

The Hai Family knew that the other party was only a Martial Disciple, and the reason for deploying so many people was that the incident was too significant, and they feared any accidents.

On the way here, Steward Yue had already made arrangements that, no matter what, they must not let the other party escape.

Now at the destination, seeing the culprit the Family Head wanted to capture, twenty three Martial Artists from the Hai Family drove their horses, gradually starting to disperse, forming a large circle in an encircling posture, unwittingly centering Shi Feng within.

In the hearts of the Hai Family, that Martial Disciple boy who had the audacity to offend the Hai Family had no chance of escape.

Shi Feng, seemingly oblivious to what the Hai Family Martial Artists were doing, stopped in his tracks, slightly lifted his head, and watched with a sneer as the fierce Hai Ming rode towards him. His expression was as if he were looking down on a clown.

With his right hand forming a Sword Finger, suddenly, a white Sword Qi lit up at his fingertip, Shi Feng shouted low, "Netherworld Sword Qi!"

Following the shout, he pointed his Sword Finger forward.

A stream of white Sword Qi burst out from Shi Feng's fingertip instantly, the white brilliance streaking through the pitch-black void, flying towards Hai Ming, who was riding fiercely towards him.

At this moment, the expressions of the Hai Family Martial Artists changed drastically, "Primordial Power externalized, forming Sword Qi, this... this is something that only those who have stepped into the Martial Warrior Realm can achieve! Could it be that this young man has concealed his true cultivation level?"

"This child, must not be allowed to live!" Steward Yue said to Hai Ren beside him with a grave voice.

As a formidable figure at the peak of the Nine-star Martial Master Realm, he could clearly see that Shi Feng only had the cultivation level of a Six-star Martial Disciple. A Martial Disciple capable of externalizing Primordial Power was more than enough to prove that this child was a genius with exceptional talent, a one-in-a-million find!

Such a person, as long as they did not die prematurely, would become a dominating presence in the Tianheng Continent.

Hearing Steward Yue's words, Hai Ren nodded silently, understanding the importance of the matter. Since he was an enemy of the Hai Family, they must eradicate any potential threat at its roots.