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"I've come to take your life; does it matter who I am?" Jiang Chen asked with a faint smile, his demeanor so nonchalant that it only served to infuriate Feng Dong further.
Feng Dong had never endured any humiliation throughout his life. Now, with the Feng Family having allied with the Corpse Refining Clan, he felt invincible. He had come today in high spirits to attend a wedding, only to be confronted with such insolence.
"Daring to speak to me, Feng Dong, in such a manner? It seems you’re tired of living and have come to deliver your own death. I don’t care who you are; I’m in a good mood today. If you kneel before me and your kowtow is loud enough, perhaps I won’t kill you," Feng Dong sneered, the flesh on his face quivering.
Jiang Chen merely smiled faintly.
"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Jiang Chen's indifference, Feng Dong's anger flared.
"I'm laughing at how you're about to meet your end while still spouting such ridiculous words," Jiang Chen replied lightly, his expression relaxed.
"I think you’re the one who’s ridiculous. Just because you have some strength doesn’t mean you can act recklessly! The Feng Family isn’t afraid of even the Martial Arts Families of Huaxia, let alone you!" Feng Dong declared arrogantly.
"Perhaps you think too highly of your so-called support," Jiang Chen said with a hint of amusement. The Feng Family truly believed that having the Corpse Refining Clan backing them gave them free rein; what they didn’t realize was that in Jiang Chen’s eyes, the Corpse Refining Clan was utterly insignificant.
"You clearly don’t understand how terrifying the Corpse Refining Clan is. Just wait; I’ll have them turn you into a zombie," Feng Dong said with a cold laugh.
Feng Dong thought that with the Corpse Refining Clan as his shield, no one would dare to touch him. Unfortunately for him, he was mistaken.
"Well then, since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish," Jiang Chen said with a calm smile. He raised his right hand and formed an array in mid-air, drawing a Spirit Fire talisman.
The Spirit Fire talisman blazed like flames in the air. Feng Dong's expression changed dramatically as he stared at Jiang Chen, his confidence wavering. "What are you planning? If you dare to touch me again, our Feng Family will definitely kill you!"
"I'm afraid your Feng Family lacks that capability," Jiang Chen scoffed as he unleashed the Spirit Fire talisman, which adhered directly to Feng Dong's body.
In mere seconds, Feng Dong was reduced to ashes by the raging flames, leaving behind only a small pile of remnants on the ground—specifically left by Jiang Chen himself.
When those in the hall witnessed Feng Dong's demise, their first reaction was disbelief; it seemed too surreal. Even an incineration facility would take time to turn someone into ashes, yet Feng Dong had been burned away in the blink of an eye—unbelievable!
People rubbed their eyes and pinched themselves, but this was reality: Feng Dong had indeed vanished, leaving only ashes behind.
"Mr. Jiang, where's Feng Dong? You... you didn't really kill him, did you?" Liu Xifang asked incredulously.
"Didn’t you see? Manager Liu, help collect Master Feng’s ashes; I’ll go meet the head of the Feng Family, Feng Laowu. This will serve as my gift," Jiang Chen replied with a smile.
Liu Xifang turned pale and collapsed to the ground in fear. The fact that Jiang Chen possessed such bizarre abilities—to casually draw something in mid-air and reduce someone to ashes—was terrifying beyond belief.
Even more frightening was that after killing Feng Dong, Jiang Chen intended to present his ashes to Feng Laowu. Wasn’t that an outright provocation?
Despair filled Liu Xifang’s heart; there was nothing he could do now. With Jiang Chen having killed Feng Dong, he could not escape blame.
Reluctantly, Liu Xifang ordered people to clean up Feng Dong’s ashes. Lacking an urn, they used a vase instead.
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