Xiao Yifeng viciously stomped on one of Yaan Wuheng’s knees, crushing it into pieces. The originally solid knee cap caved in under his foot, rendering the entire leg completely useless from the impact.
Then, with an indifferent expression and a body full of murderous intent, Xiao Yifeng ruthlessly crippled Yaan Wuheng’s other leg and arm as well, the pain of which was absolutely more excruciating than that of comminuted fractures.
These heart-wrenchingly pitiful wails emanated from Yaan Wuheng’s mouth as his face twisted in agony, sweat streaming down his cheeks, looking so distorted it was unbearable to gaze upon, until he finally passed out from the pain.
Elder Shen, Shen Yunfeng, and the others, as well as the skilled masters brought by Yaan Wuheng, witnessed this scene, feeling an immense shock in their hearts.
They had not expected that Xiao Yifeng, even after learning about the power behind Yaan Wuheng, would dare to act so ruthlessly, completely crippling all of Yaan Wuheng’s limbs.
Elder Shen’s gaze focused on Xiao Yifeng, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
"Take him and get out of here immediately. If you dare to step foot into Tianhai again, prepare to await death!"
Xiao Yifeng glanced over at those fellows wounded by himself, his voice sharp and commanding.
Immediately, these people shuddered, looking at Xiao Yifeng with deep fear, hastily got up, enduring their pain to stand, and supported the unconscious Yaan Wuheng, quickly leaving the place.
"I’m sorry if I frightened you all!"
The intimidating aura on Xiao Yifeng quickly vanished without a trace, as he looked at Elder Shen and the others apologetically.
"It’s fine, but Little Feng, you’ve gotten yourself into big trouble this time. You’ve crippled Yaan Wuheng’s limbs, and knowing Old Man Yaan’s temperament, the Yaan Family will definitely not let this go!"
Elder Shen said solemnly.
"Elder Shen, don’t worry. If they dare come again, I assure you that none of them will leave Tianhai alive next time!"
A chilling killing intent flashed in Xiao Yifeng’s eyes.
"Little Feng, we owe you a lot this time. If Yuting had been taken away by that man, who knows what would have happened? But that thing Yaan Wuheng said about Yuting’s boyfriend, it’s not you, is it?"
Shen Yunfeng’s eyes looked at Xiao Yifeng as he spoke.
"That... It’s all a misunderstanding."
Xiao Yifeng looked somewhat embarrassed and simply explained the situation.
"Ah, this is all my fault, arranging such a marriage for Yuting without her consent. But now that this has happened, the marriage is definitely off the table, and Yuting, you don’t have to worry anymore."
Elder Shen looked at Shen Yuting with a hint of guilt.
"Grandpa, it’s all my fault. I’m the one who caused trouble for everyone, and it even resulted in Uncle Liu Fei getting hurt ."
Shen Yuting’s eyes held a sorrowful look as she glanced at Liu Fei.
At that moment, Liu Fei’s hands had been crushed by Yaan Wuheng, his face contorted in pain.
Xiao Yifeng glanced at Liu Fei, walked over, and after a quick scan with his penetrating vision, took out some Silver Needles to insert them in his arm, then firmly grasped the broken bones to realign them.
"Bear with the pain a little!"
Xiao Yifeng uttered, aligning the broken bones. Streams of Starforce flowed into them, and the expression of pain on Liu Fei’s face gradually subsided.
Yaan Wuheng’s attacks weren’t as heavy as Xiao Yifeng’s, merely breaking Liu Fei’s bones, which, after being set by Xiao Yifeng and enhanced with Starforce, didn’t pose a major problem and would only require a few months of rest.
"Don’t worry, it’s okay, there won’t be any problems!"
Xiao Yifeng assured Liu Fei.
Liu Fei looked at Xiao Yifeng, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"No need to be polite!"
In an office within the Yanjing Military Region, a burly middle-aged man in military attire, with a square face that bore an authoritative aura, was examining some documents when suddenly, a series of knocks interrupted him.
The middle-aged man spoke in a heavy voice as the door was opened, and a man in a military uniform hurried in.
"Commander, something has happened!"
The man reported gravely to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man’s eyes focused on him.
"Just received news that the young master, he..."
"What happened to Wuheng?"
The middle-aged man’s brows slightly furrowed, his gaze fixed on the other.
"The young master sustained serious injuries in Tianhai. All his limbs were crippled by someone."
The man said, head lowered.
The middle-aged man shot to his feet, his whole body seething with terrible anger, his eyes filled with a fierce light.
"What exactly happened? Wasn’t Wuheng supposed to be in Tianhai on a date with that girl from the Shen family? How did things come to this?"
The middle-aged man’s expression turned dark as he demanded coldly.
"According to the report, it seems that Miss Shen got a boyfriend, which led to a confrontation at the Shen residence when the young master met him. A fight broke out between them."
"The adversary was very strong. He injured everyone who came with the young master, and he himself ended up with his limbs crippled by that man. He’s now undergoing emergency treatment at a hospital in Tianhai."
The man relayed the information bit by bit.
The middle-aged man roared furiously, slamming his palm onto the table with such force that the table trembled.
"This is preposterous of the Shen Family, and as for that bastard who dared to cripple Wuheng, send someone to find him right away. Then bring that guy to me. I want to see what he’s made of, to have the audacity to do such a thing."
The middle-aged man barked enraged.
"Commander, according to the people who were with the young master, the opponent is very powerful, at least at the Gang Qi Realm. Ordinary men would be of no use against him."
The man informed the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man furrowed his brows and ordered, "Pass on my command, notify Dragon Thorn to take action. They must capture that boy. If he dares resist, kill without mercy."
"Yes!" The man nodded.
"Arrange for a plane right away, I am heading to Tianhai!"
The middle-aged man spoke again.
In an extremely secretive military base in the Capital City, within a room, a man around thirty-something stood by a window. His facial features were chiseled, exuding resoluteness, with sharp brows and starry eyes, a hint of stubble around his mouth, and eyes that held a mature charm with a hint of world-weariness.
He was dressed in specially made military uniform, with a sturdy and straight figure, hands clasped behind him, exuding an invisible authority.
At that moment, a knock on the door echoed.
A robust voice called out, and the door opened to reveal a man in a military uniform with a bayonet pattern entering the room.
The middle-aged man asked.
"Captain, Battalion Commander Yaan has just sent someone to requisition two Dragon Thorn experts to help him capture the man who crippled his son’s limbs," the man reported.
"Have they identified the man responsible? I’m quite curious to know who would dare lay such a heavy hand on Young Master Yaan," the middle-aged man said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.