Dao Of The Immortal God

Lin Feng gazed at the young man bound before him with a wicked grin. His hand, gripping the knife, trembled, not from fear, but from uncontrollable excitement.

"Sorry," Lin Feng said in a low, menacing tone. "But I have to do this to survive..." He paused, his grin widening. "Or, more accurately, to have fun!"

Without hesitation, Lin Feng stabbed the knife into the young man's body. Thud! "Ahhh! No! Help me!" the young man screamed in agony, tears streaming down his face.

Lin Feng merely laughed louder. "Yes! That's it! Keep suffering! Scream as much as you want! No one will hear or save you here!" Lin Feng continued to stab relentlessly, blood gushing from the young man's wounds. The knife moved with brutal precision, creating wound after wound on the victim's body. Thud! Thud! Thud!

A few minutes later, the young man lay motionless. His eyes were open, empty, a sign that his life had ended. Lin Feng gazed at the battered body with a disappointed expression.

"Tsk, he died so easily? How boring. I had hoped he'd last longer."

Nonchalantly, Lin Feng began to undress the corpse. "Fine, I'll take his clothes. This way, I can disguise myself as him."

After donning the clothes, Lin Feng dragged the young man's body to the riverbank. Without hesitation, he threw the body into the rushing current.

"Farewell. Don't forget to smile in the afterlife," he said coldly before turning to leave.

As Lin Feng continued his journey to the Lin Clan, he examined the map taken from the young man's pocket. However, his journey was interrupted by a group of rough-looking men blocking his path.

"Halt!" one of the men shouted, a burly individual with a scarred face. "If you want to pass through here, you'll have to pay us!"

Lin Feng gazed at them with a cold stare. "Get out of my way now, or I'll kill you all," he threatened, showing no fear.

The thugs laughed. "Hahaha! You think you can take on all of us? Look at yourself! You're alone, while we have ten men here!" the burly man said, pointing to his companions.

Lin Feng smiled thinly, his eyes narrowing in calculation. "A total of ten men," he muttered to himself. "None of them have studied martial arts. This will be enjoyable."

Without warning, Lin Feng darted forward like a shadow. In an instant, his knife had stabbed one of the thugs in front. Thud! "Ugh! D-damn you!" The thug fell, blood flowing from his wound.

However, Lin Feng didn't stop there. He continued to stab the thug mercilessly. Thud! Thud! Thud! Lin Feng laughed in satisfaction as blood stained his hands.

"You think you can block my path? How foolish."

The remaining thugs began to panic. "Quickly, help him! Don't let him kill us one by one!" one of them shouted.

A large thug attempted to attack Lin Feng with a massive rock in his hand. He jumped and slammed the rock onto Lin Feng's head. Thud! The thug laughed triumphantly.

However, his laughter soon turned to fear as he saw Lin Feng's head slowly recover, as if he had never been injured. The large wound on Lin Feng's head closed quickly, leaving smooth skin.

"What-what is this?! How can he—?!" Lin Feng turned around, gazing at the thug with a cold smile. His eyes gleamed with madness.

"You think that's enough to stop me?" With a swift motion, Lin Feng beheaded the thug with his knife. Slash! The thug's head flew off, his body collapsing instantly. Blood gushed like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground.

Lin Feng laughed maniacally. "Welcome to hell! Now it's your turn, all of you!"