Translator: CinderTL
"What do you want?"
The cold question echoed through the Manor.
Under the night sky, the Blood Moon hung eerily, casting an unnatural crimson glow. Mage Simon's face was pale, and cold sweat trickled down his graying temples.
He was finished.
He was certain that the Silver-Gray Colossus was a Saint-level creature.
At the same moment, Suoya and Viscount Mo De, standing at the center of the banquet, frowned deeply, their expressions grave as they watched the figure and the colossus suspended in mid-air.
"It's the wanted criminal from the kingdom," they realized.
The incident at Banli Port had shaken the entire Steel Kingdom. Wanted posters of the Silver-Gray Colossus and the shadowy figure were plastered everywhere.
And now, they had come to Hurricane Island.
"Your Excellency..."
Suddenly, Suoya spoke.
Her crimson silk gown, a symbol of the Red Dragon Family's pride, and her bloodline as the Hurricane Lord's daughter left her no room to retreat.
"We admit we were in the wrong. We are willing to offer any compensation you desire."
"But would you consider sparing Mage Simon's life for the sake of Hurricane Territory and the Red Dragon Family?"
Her face remained composed, her beautiful features and golden hair fork earrings shimmering under the ornate chandelier.
Countless people marveled at her courage in that moment, including two figures in a corner of the banquet who had recognized Chen Feng's identity. They stood stunned, their eyes wide.
"Indeed."
Another voice rang out.
Viscount Mo De, a man several inches shorter with several dark brown braids, stepped forward. He stood beside Suoya, both positioned in front of Mage Simon.
"The instigator, Long Tai, is dead. Surely this has appeased your anger, Your Excellency."
"Furthermore, today is my father, the Hurricane Lord's Birthday Banquet. Might Your Excellency show us some leniency and let this matter go?"
His brow relaxed as he spoke earnestly.
He showed as much respect as possible while simultaneously displaying his own dignity, equal to Suoya's, and the attitude of Hurricane Manor.
"Truly worthy of the Hurricane Lord's lineage. Not a coward among them," a great noble murmured in admiration, prompting many others to nod in agreement.
After all, this was Hurricane Island. Considering the Hurricane Lord's Saint-level power, they didn't think things would escalate too far.
"You two, what gives you the right to speak?"
A cold, indifferent voice suddenly cut through their speculations.
Bewilderment, surprise...
A wave of expressions washed over the faces of the nobles and Hurricane Island's elite. Even Suoya, who prided herself on her composure, almost thought she'd misheard.
Viscount Mo De's face darkened. He looked up to see the dark figure standing on the Silver-Gray Colossus's shoulder, gazing down with cold, scarlet eyes that seemed to radiate contempt.
"What do you mean by this, Your Excellency?"
He asked in a low voice, trying his best to suppress his anger.
Suoya's expression was also far from pleasant.
She was accustomed to being the center of attention, not to mention she had the backing of the Hurricane Territory and the Red Dragon Family, two colossal powers.
"Your Excellency may be a Saint, but the Hurricane Territory and the Red Dragon Family..."
Whoosh!
Before she could finish her threat, the words were abruptly cut off. A golden spear pierced through the air, narrowly missing them.
Plop!
The dull sound of flesh tearing echoed behind them, and a drop of crimson blood splattered onto Suoya's face.
Her expression froze, while Viscount Mo De's pupils contracted in shock.
A golden spear had extended from the palm of the shadowy figure standing on the giant statue's shoulder. Instinctively turning around, they saw Mage Simon, his hair now gray, mouth agape, blood gushing out uncontrollably.
"H-h-h..."
The golden spear had pierced his neck. The staff he clutched in his hand had just begun to glow with a faint blue light, clearly not yet able to unleash its power before everything ended in darkness.
"You!"
Suoya shrieked, her beautiful face turning deathly pale. Shock and resentment surged through her.
She had never imagined anyone would dare act so brazenly within the Hurricane Territory's manor, disregarding both her father's authority and the Red Dragon Family's reputation.
Boom!
Mage Simon plummeted to the ground, his death marked by a dull thud as blood gushed out, staining the earth crimson.
Viscount Mo De, standing nearby, felt a chill run through his entire body, an unprecedented surge of violent fury rising within him.
This was his residence, and today was his Lord Father's Birthday Banquet.
Yet this man, even if he was also a Saint, had shown them absolutely no respect.
In that instant, Mo De met the gaze of the man and Suoya's brown eyes.
The Fiberglass man's scarlet eyes gazed down indifferently, as if sensing the suppressed rage simmering beneath the surface.
"You seem rather displeased with me?"
The low whisper was followed by the slow retraction of the golden spear tip.
Viscount Mo De froze, then felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom.
Whoosh!
The golden spear shot forward with blinding speed, its piercing whistle sending shivers down everyone's spines.
As if a scene of blood and gore was about to unfold, the crowd gasped and stared wide-eyed.
At that critical moment...
Buzz!
An invisible whirlwind suddenly coalesced, seemingly imbued with some unknown power. It formed a massive wind shield, blocking the golden spear's path between Viscount Mo De and Suoya.
The golden spear, as if caught in quicksand, slowed its momentum until it finally came to a halt mid-air.
Suoya and Viscount Mo De were drenched in cold sweat, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. The crowd stood stunned, while Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Focusing, they saw the carved windows of the entire Manor buzzing and shaking, as if a hurricane had swept across the island and brushed against the Manor.
Even more astonishingly...
"As a Saint, aren't you being a bit too aggressive?"
A calm, yet authoritative voice echoed from nowhere. Suoya and the pale-faced Viscount Mord both visibly flinched, their faces lighting up with surprise.
"It's Father!"
"Lord Father!"
They turned around immediately, and the other nobles and guests reacted, turning to face the source of the voice.
It came from a carved window near the Manor's backyard.
The window was open, revealing a gray Ironwood Forest a hundred meters away.
Dry and sturdy, the Ironwood Trees never bloomed, their steel-like trunks casting a gray hue over the soil beneath.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz!
The raging wind whipped through the forest, creating a piercing, howling sound.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, clearly seeing the wind converging at the forest's center, gradually forming a phantom humanoid figure, suspended cross-legged three feet above the ground.
"It's the Hurricane Lord!"
"A Saint! A Sixth-Tier Saint from the Storm Sequence!"
"Legend says the Hurricane Lord once summoned tsunamis and brought down hurricanes..."
Someone exclaimed excitedly. In a corner, Tulin's expression was one of shock, while Lei Long beside him wore a complex, conflicted expression.
As a member of the Storm Sequence, he naturally held reverence for fellow Saints within the same Sequence.
However, it was now clear that the figure before them was an enemy of Master Feng Chen.
"Something's wrong," Lei Long suddenly thought.
As a fellow Sequencer, he keenly sensed that the illusory figure formed from invisible wind was not quite right.
Though composed of Storm Sequence power, it seemed to possess additional Spirituality from another Sequence.
Buzz!!
Just then, the blood-red moon in the sky began to shed a faint glow, turning the Ironwood Forest into an eerie crimson spectacle.
Everyone froze in shock, then remembered an old rumor.
"The Ironwood... is blooming?" someone stammered, eyes widening as they watched the Ironwood Forest sway and dance under the blood-red moonlight. Crimson flower buds sprouted from the gaps between branches.
Chen Feng, who had been about to strike, narrowed his eyes. He clearly saw the buds slowly swell and unfurl.
At the same moment, the illusory figure formed from the wind solidified, transforming into a stern figure clad in a brown silk Noble robe adorned with hurricane patterns and golden embroidery.
He had short, gray hair, a square, cold face, and the appearance of a man in his fifties.
His eyes were exceptionally cold and profound, sending a shiver down your spine and stealing your breath with just a glance.
But Chen Feng reacted with a sudden burst of movement. Crimson wings instantly materialized, their powerful vibrations tearing through the night air.
Whoosh!
Like a phantom, he vanished into the darkness and flickering lamplight.
A gentle breeze brushed their faces. Viscount Mo De and Suoya, survivors of the ordeal, exchanged relieved glances, both inwardly acknowledging that only their Father's intervention could truly intimidate this savage fugitive from the Steel Kingdom.
However, Tulin and Lei Long were puzzled. This didn't seem like Master Feng Chen's style.
Instinctively turning to look again, they saw the crimson-veined wings slicing through the gloom. The figure in the dark-green armor had already crossed a hundred meters, disappearing into the Ironwood Forest.
More astonishingly, he had completely ignored the solid, yet illusory, Hurricane Lord, and was heading straight for the forest's center.
"Hmm?"
Frowning and narrowing his eyes, the Hurricane Lord, clad in a brown silk robe, abruptly raised his hand.
Buzz!
A violent gale erupted within the forest, coalescing into a massive wall of wind that surged from the ground, reaching for the clouds.
Boom!
A punch shattered the wind wall, sending fragments of air scattering in all directions.
White gusts of air swept through the Ironwood Forest, causing the entire forest to shake and churn.
But Chen Feng's movements froze, his gaze gradually darkening.
Whirlwinds and tornadoes formed around him, encircling him on all sides.
That wasn't what concerned him most.
It was the floating Light Orb that had silently appeared at the heart of the forest the moment the Ironwood trees bloomed with Blood Moon Flowers.
Completely emerald green, about the size of a human head, it contained a tiny heart-like pattern within.
That was the aura of a Talent Light Orb, and he'd had a chance to absorb it just moments ago.
But now, peering through the obstructing whirlwinds and tornadoes, he saw all the Ironwood flowers instantly wither, their petals scattering like snow.
And the emerald Light Orb at the center of it all was fading, growing more ethereal until it vanished completely.
"Shouldn't you offer me an explanation?"
"Though Hurricane Territory may not rival the capital, it is not a lawless land."
The Hurricane Lord, clad in a long brown silk robe, spoke with regal authority. As he raised his hands, towering gusts of wind erupted, sweeping across the sky, uprooting Ironwood trees and sealing off Chen Feng's escape routes.
Viscount Mo De and Suoya, both flushed with satisfaction, momentarily forgot the Silver-Gray Colossus still hovering outside the banquet hall window, its gaze cold and indifferent as it watched them.
"Do you know..."
"Just now, you could have lived."
A sideways glance revealed Scarlet Eyes that seemed to reflect the blood-red moon in the sky.
Chen Feng hung in mid-air, his expression icy. He had never felt such regret.
So close.
Just a hair's breadth away from capturing the emerald Light Orb that had suddenly appeared.
But now...
BOOM!!
His fists slammed forward, conjuring a Falling Sun of crimson flames in the sky.
The four towering hurricanes that had surrounded him instantly shattered, leaving the Ironwood Forest riddled with holes like a dragon had turned the earth.
At the same time, the Silver-Gray Colossus outside the banquet hall plummeted to the ground. Its stone fists, like Heavenly Pillars, crashed through the walls and windows, hurtling straight toward Suoya and Viscount Mo De.
"How dare you!!"
(End of the Chapter)
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