"It's you?" Seeing the eleven people who appeared, Feng Lin's pupils contracted, quite surprised.
Four of them looked very familiar—they were the ones who had invited him to join their team earlier.
This group had ill intentions, nowhere near the kind-hearted appearance they had before. Like weasels baring their vicious fangs, they surrounded him, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
"Feng Lin, did you think you could escape? You might run for a while, but not forever! You've fallen into our hands after all!" The round-faced youth leading them wore a fake smile, like a smiling tiger eyeing its prey.
Seeing their aggressive demeanor, Feng Lin sneered coldly, more certain than ever that his earlier choice had been right.
Those who come with good intentions don't act like this; those who act like this don't come with good intentions.
Good thing he had been alert enough not to join them back then, or he would have been set up.
Without those underhanded tricks, in a fair fight, who would fear whom?
Feng Lin remained calm, even curious instead.
He rarely made enemies with anyone—why were these people targeting him?
From setting traps earlier to ambushing him now, it was too deliberate to be a coincidence.
"Why are you fixated on me?" Feng Lin asked in a low voice.
"Forgot what you did yourself?" The round-faced youth sneered.
Feng Lin stayed silent, unsure what the guy was referring to.
"Since you can't remember, I'll be merciful and give you a hint! That spaceship you stole—shouldn't you return it?" Seeing no reaction, the round-faced youth's gaze turned as sinister as a venomous snake.
"You're from the Aryan Pure Blood Society?" Feng Lin's eyes flashed coldly as he instantly realized.
He had taken all of Giant Pharmaceuticals' assets before, and now the grudge had finally caught up with him.
Thinking about it, he noticed that despite their vastly different body types and ethnicities, their skin, hair, and eyes looked bleached—blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin. They had clearly undergone the Divine Blood ritual, turning into "egg people."
"That's right!" The round-faced youth sneered darkly. "Feng Lin, do you really think we didn't know what you did at Giant Pharmaceuticals? Your background is all documented in their files. The Aryan Pure Blood Society is a major force in the stars—did you think the only branch in the solar system was Giant Pharmaceuticals? That was just the gene potion production division. The organization we belong to is the real combat division. We have plenty of elite cultivators too!"
His words were full of threats, but Feng Lin wasn't intimidated. "Don't try to scare me. If you were really that powerful, where were you when the Mars Revolutionary Army wiped out Giant Pharmaceuticals?"
The round-faced youth was momentarily stunned, wanting to retort but holding back due to some taboo.
Feng Lin understood.
His knowledge of the Aryan Pure Blood Society far exceeded what these people imagined—he knew their secrets inside out.
This society was like a rat in the gutter, afraid to show its face openly in the stars, or it would be hunted down by everyone.
"What do you want?" Feng Lin asked, as composed as ever.
The round-faced youth stepped forward, a mocking sneer on his face. "Feng Lin, you stole the property of our Aryan Pure Blood Society. Considering you're a rare talent, if you return the spaceship now and join our society as my subordinate, we'll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, you won't leave here safely today!"
Become his subordinate?
Feng Lin laughed, not hiding his sarcasm. "Join your Pure Blood Society, betray my ancestors, and turn into an egg person?"
His words cut like knives, striking the sore spots in their hearts, twisting their faces in anger.
The round-faced youth's expression turned as grim as a ghost. "So you refuse! Then don't blame me for being ruthless. Offend the Aryan Pure Blood Society, and I'll make sure you die with your eyes open. After I kill you, I won't spare your family either!"
His venomous threats targeted Feng Lin's father, his sinister laughter echoing.
He wanted to see how long Feng Lin's stubbornness could hold out.
Anyone who became an enemy of the Aryan Pure Blood Society would regret it.
Boom!
Just as he was gloating, Feng Lin let out a sharp roar, like thunder and lightning, as his psychic power swept outward.
The group felt as if a massive stone had crushed their hearts, leaving them unable to muster any will to resist.
Danger!
Extreme danger.
The round-faced youth's heart pounded with terror.
Feng Lin leaped up, descending like a god from the heavens, facing them all alone.
His fingers curled like claws, striking down like the hand of a deity controlling mortal life and death, bringing a crushing pressure of mind, strength, and momentum.
Once Feng Lin erupted, it was earth-shattering, giving no one a chance to breathe.
This move...
Unavoidable!
The round-faced youth felt the weight of divine judgment, with nowhere to flee. He hadn't expected Feng Lin's explosive power to be so terrifying.
At the brink of life and death, he finally roared, instinctively grabbing someone nearby and hurling them forward.
The figure screamed as it fell into Feng Lin's hands. His fingers tightened, and the skull cracked with a crunch, shattering completely.
Feng Lin shook the body like a ragdoll, bones snapping as they broke apart.
When he let go, the person had turned into a limp mess of flesh, barely breathing.
His current strength could crush iron like mud with one claw, let alone fragile human bones.
Though Feng Lin followed the rule against directly killing his own kind and didn't take the person's life, the man was utterly crippled. Left on this hellish planet of Asura, his fate needed no elaboration.
True suffering worse than death!
These people had ambushed Feng Lin, but before they could act, they had already lost one.
On the Asura battlefield, if you don't kill, how can you call yourself an Asura?
Feng Lin's thoughts rippled, as if purified, shedding all previous moral and ethical constraints. His mind became clear, untainted by any dust.
His entire demeanor shifted—godlike and demonic, deep and abyssal, cold and sinister.
The round-faced youth barely escaped with his life, his face pale with shock. He felt as if he had unleashed a terrifying beast, unrestrained and ready to devour at any moment.
"Feng Lin, how can you be so ruthless? Aren't you afraid of the Aryan Pure Blood Society's revenge?" he shouted angrily.
"Revenge?" Feng Lin tilted his head, sizing up the group, then suddenly grinned. "I forgot to tell you—I never tolerate threats. When I'm threatened, I eliminate them before they can come true. Since we're already enemies and you've willingly shown up, it's perfect. Let me send you on your way and end this once and for all!"
"You—" The round-faced youth's expression shifted drastically.
Feng Lin couldn't be bothered to waste more words. He clenched his fists in the air. "Rise!"
The ground trembled as his invisible psychic power flipped the earth's crust, wrapping around them and trapping them tightly.
"Fight! Today, it's either him or us!" The round-faced youth roared, and the group sprang into action.
Flame Torrent!
Ice Blade!
Air Cannon!
...
They unleashed their genetic powers, breaking through the earthen shell.
But before they could celebrate, an iron rod came crashing down.
The rod swept through, shattering all obstacles.
A cold voice echoed in their ears, like death's final judgment.
"Die!"