Urban All-Round Master

"Hehe, it’s all too late. Everything is too late."

However—Lin Zifeng walked in, and his words did not calm Beiming Yu but instead left her muttering to herself.

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and she looked particularly unwell mentally.

Her face was pale as snow, and she was extremely weak.

Lin Zifeng knew that she had no intention of talking to anyone now. Even if he could talk the sky into splitting, she wouldn’t listen.

"You clearly like me, why don’t you say it? Perhaps, that’s the barrier between a master and servant."

At this moment, on the dark bed, behind the thin veil, Beiming Yu’s eyes were tearful. Sparkling with crystalline tears.

She murmured.

"Who is Mingming?"

Lin Zifeng suddenly frowned. He stopped in his tracks. Then he turned to look in the direction of the dark bed.

"Hey, Beiming Yu. Who is Mingming?"

Lin Zifeng looked confused, not knowing who she was referring to as Mingming.

"If you came just to say these things, you’d better leave first. I just want Jingjing," Beiming Yu’s voice echoed faintly. Her heart was like a knife’s edge. All hopes were dashed.

"Hmm? Jingjing? Who is Jingjing?" Lin Zifeng was stunned, his expression somewhat stiff.

What the heck! Qing Fu had just died and Beiming Yu was thinking about Jingjing? Damn. This was illogical!

"I mean, who is Jingjing? In these few days, you’ve come to know Mingming and now you think of Jingjing? Who are they? Do they have a significant relationship with you?" Lin Zifeng suddenly took two steps forward.

"You!"

Beiming Yu frowned, her eyes full of anger. She didn’t know if Lin Zifeng was playing games with her.

"Beiming Yu, who are Mingming and Jingjing?" Lin Zifeng asked earnestly; he didn’t recall these two people.

With Beiming Yu reminding him this way, Lin Zifeng became more serious.

"Lin Zifeng, are you doing this on purpose?"

Beiming Yu’s eyes gleamed fiercely, a little angry.

"No, I’m serious," Lin Zifeng smiled mischievously.

Naturally, he knew what Mingming and Jingjing meant, but he just wanted to cheer up Beiming Yu. Since Qing Fu’s departure, Beiming Yu had not shown even a half smile, and no one knew how the woman managed to hold on.

"Get out."

"Why should I go out?" Lin Zifeng said, "Beiming Yu, wake up. Do you think Qing Fu would want to see you like this? Even though it’s dead, don’t forget you still have two daughters, you have me as a friend, and many brothers and sisters who’ve gone through hell and high water together!"

"Do you understand the feelings between Qing Fu and me?!"

Suddenly Beiming Yu turned her head, her eyes shooting two beams of chilling light.

"Huh, feelings. What feelings? While Qing Fu was alive, you didn’t talk about feelings. Now that it’s dead, you act like everyone owes you millions, talking about feelings. Isn’t your idea of feelings too hypocritical?"

Lin Zifeng looked back at her, mentally prepared for saying these words. This time, he owed Beiming Yu. Debts must be repaid; a solution must be found.

Swish!

Suddenly, a dark light rushed out from deep within the room.

Bang!

Beiming Yu’s hand fiercely slammed into Lin Zifeng’s solid chest; Lin Zifeng did not retaliate or fight back, allowing her palm to hit his chest.

"Puh..."

Thump thump thump... Lin Zifeng staggered back five or six steps, a wave of intense energy tearing through his body, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood. But he still did not fight back.

Swish~

Beiming Yu attacked again.

Her eyes filled with immense cold and murderous intent. Her mind was consumed with guilt over Qing Fu, and Lin Zifeng’s words only enraged her further.

This time Lin Zifeng still showed no intention of retaliating, allowing Beiming Yu to charge at him. Her thoughts were unsettled. Perhaps letting Beiming Yu vent first might make things better.

Bang!

Beiming Yu’s fingers were like knives, with each swipe, her five fingers like a spiritual snake’s blades, directly tearing through the skin on his chest!

Lin Zifeng was left with a muffled sound, once again pushed back several steps by her Elemental Power.

Puh...

Another mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Why won’t you fight back?" Beiming Yu’s step halted, her fingers like blades, sparking a whistling sound with a casual slash in the Void.

"If I fought back, do you think you’d still be able to vent your anger?" Lin Zifeng held his breath, blood dripping from his mouth. His face gradually becoming pale.

"Can’t you just fight back a bit, let me vent?" Beiming Yu paused, then her expression turned somewhat fierce.

"Beiming Yu, Qing Fu’s death has an unavoidable connection with our Holy Hall, so we owe you."

"No one in this world owes anyone. Qing Fu’s death, I caused it. It has nothing to do with your Holy Hall!" Beiming Yu said through clenched teeth, and thinking of Qing Fu’s dying moments, her heart felt like a knife stabbing through. She didn’t want to discuss it.

"You don’t need to avoid it. Since this matter involves my Holy Hall, I’m not someone who shirks responsibility," Lin Zifeng replied.

Lin Zifeng had thought about it; if venting Beiming Yu’s anger could make things better, even if she beat him to a pulp, the debt needed to be settled.

"Get out!"

"Are you just going to choose to avoid this forever?" Lin Zifeng shouted loudly.

"Get out!"

Beiming Yu’s brows furrowed, her eyes flashed with killing intent.

"You can make me leave, but only if you can beat me," Lin Zifeng said expressionlessly. Since Beiming Yu wouldn’t listen, he had no choice but to be forceful today. She needed to vent heavily, or there might be a turning point. Otherwise, Beiming Yu would keep this matter suppressed in her heart, which would be detrimental to her.

Whizz...

As soon as Lin Zifeng finished speaking, Beiming Yu attacked. Her body turned into a whirlwind, rapidly charging towards him like a tempest.

Lin Zifeng did not retreat or dodge, standing quietly in place, watching Beiming Yu attack him. However, Beiming Yu’s speed, fast as it was, was no match for Lin Zifeng. In front of him, her movement seemed slow enough for him to definitely respond.

Bang!

Suddenly! Lin Zifeng struck. In the blink of an eye, their Fist Light collided fiercely, immediately erupting a powerful energy ripple. Thump thump thump... Beiming Yu staggered back, while Lin Zifeng stood still, unmoving, his eyes deep as he looked towards Beiming Yu.

"That’s just one move. Come on, Beiming Yu, vent all the unhappiness in your heart on me!" Lin Zifeng roared loudly.

"Aah!"

Hearing Lin Zifeng’s words, all the resentment and anger within Beiming Yu exploded. The suppression of the past few days almost drove her insane, leading to illness, and now Lin Zifeng was there to fight with her. All the unpleasantness came bursting out.

"Boom boom boom... boom boom boom... boom boom boom..."

In the vast room, all objects were savagely shattered by a domineering energy, filling the room with rampant power. Boom boom boom... boom boom boom... boom boom boom... The two of them wildly tangled together, the roof was violently blown open by a surge of fierce energy. Then, the roof exploded in the energy surge!