Chapter 407 286: A Pseudo Tier Four God Spear Appears, the Su Family's Eldest Young Master Comes to Kill

Han Feng had just gotten back from the Celestial Craft Group's hangar and had barely warmed the sofa in his villa when his communicator started vibrating.

The message was from Long Xiao.

The content was simple, just a single line of text followed by three huge exclamation points.

"A client has shown up! Get here, fast!!!"

Han Feng looked at the screen and smiled faintly.

'The Lei Brothers are even faster than I expected. With this kind of efficiency, they must be risking their lives for that Tier Four Spiritual Artifact.'

He didn't delay. He changed into an inconspicuous black hoodie, put on a face mask and a baseball cap, and with a flicker of his body, vanished into the night.

「...」

In the Black Market, at Long Xiao's gunsmith shop.

The place was usually filled with the smell of machine oil and the noisy din of haggling, but today, the shop was exceptionally quiet.

Long Xiao paced restlessly beside the Tier Three Ironwood Table he treasured, glancing at the entrance from time to time.

Sitting in the guest's seat was a burly, bald man. A Profound Iron Long Staff as thick as a child's arm was strapped to his back, and his entire body radiated a ferocious, bloodthirsty aura.

This was Zhao Shan, a friend of the Lei Brothers and the leader of the Iron Wall Mercenary Corps. He had an Enlightenment Realm Peak Cultivation and was considered a significant figure in East Sea City's underground circles.

"Old Long, you're not messing with me, are you?"

Zhao Shan rapped on the table impatiently. The force of the knock was so great it made the teacups on the table clatter loudly.

"I brought my most prized possession for this. If this so-called 'Divine Artisan' turns out to be a fraud, don't blame me for ignoring the Lei Brothers' reputation and tearing this shop of yours down."

Long Xiao stopped pacing and gave a bitter smile. "Old Zhao, we've known each other for over a decade. Am I that kind of person?

You saw that suit of Armor on Lei Xiao with your own eyes. That level of quality... besides His Lordship, who else in all of East Sea City could make something like that?"

Hearing the word "Armor," the ferocity in Zhao Shan's eyes subsided slightly, replaced by a fiery eagerness.

The day before yesterday at the Beast Fighting Arena, Lei Xiao, wearing that jet-black Heavy Armor, had withstood a charge from a Tier Three Peak Wild Bull Demon Beast. Not only did he not budge an inch, but the Rebound from the impact had shattered the bull's skull.

The scene had left everyone present completely stunned.

Zhao Shan's eyes had turned red with envy on the spot.

'We're about to risk our lives in that godforsaken place, Dragon Abyss, soon. Who wouldn't want another ace up their sleeve to stay alive?'

Just then, a slender hand pushed the door curtain aside.

A gust of cool air swept in as Han Feng strode inside.

Zhao Shan whipped his head around, his bell-like eyes staring fixedly at the newcomer.

Young.

Too young.

Looking at Han Feng's somewhat boyish face and his seemingly unremarkable aura, Zhao Shan's brows instantly furrowed into a knot.

"Old Long, this is the master you were talking about?"

Zhao Shan stood up. His two-meter-tall frame exuded an intense pressure, and his tone was filled with unconcealed disappointment and contempt.

"A wet-behind-the-ears student? If you'd hired some old man to play the part, I might have at least believed you a little."

Long Xiao's expression changed. He was about to explain but was stopped by Han Feng raising a hand.

Han Feng took off his baseball cap and tossed it casually onto the counter, his calm eyes sweeping a cool glance over Zhao Shan.

There was no earth-shattering burst of power.

It was just a single glance.

The mocking words Zhao Shan had prepared were instantly stuck in his throat.

BOOM!

In that instant, Zhao Shan felt as if he were being stared down by a Fierce Beast from primordial times.

The pressure around him surged, and a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly enveloped him.

For a Martial Artist who had yet to step into the Divine Containment Realm, a Spiritual Power of 4,500 hertz was an overwhelming, dimensional-level crush.

Every hair on Zhao Shan's body stood on end. It was the primal fear of a creature facing its natural predator.

His pride and joy, his Enlightenment Realm Peak Cultivation, was utterly defenseless before this pressure.

PATTER.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Zhao Shan's bald head and splattered on the floor.

His legs felt weak, his earlier arrogance completely gone, replaced by a deep-seated terror.

Han Feng withdrew his gaze, pulled out a chair, and sat down commandingly. His tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

"I hear you want to tear this shop down?"

Zhao Shan shuddered and frantically waved his hands, forcing a smile onto his ferocious face that was uglier than a crying grimace.

"A misunderstanding! Master, it's all a misunderstanding! I, Zhao Shan, am just a crude man with a big mouth. Please don't take anything I said to heart!"

As he apologized, he snuck glances at Han Feng.

The terrifying pressure from that one moment had sobered him up completely.

Then, this young face began to merge with the legend from the news a few days ago, the one circulating throughout the Black Market.

'The ruthless man who killed a Tier Four Grandmaster in the middle of the street!'

'The prodigious genius from East Sea Martial Arts University!'

'It's actually him?!'

Zhao Shan was shaken to his core.

'No wonder those two shrewd characters, the Lei Brothers and Long Xiao, are so devoted to him.'

'This isn't some student brat. This is clearly a ferocious god wearing human skin!'

Having confirmed Han Feng's identity, how could Zhao Shan dare to show the slightest disrespect? His attitude became as reverent as a grandson's.

He fumbled around in his clothes and pulled out a Jade Box with a Sealing Talisman on it, presenting it to Han Feng with both hands.

"Master Han, this is the Earth Core Essence Liquid I nearly died to obtain from the depths of the Mist Swamp. It's Tier Three Upper Grade and has a miraculous effect on Nourishing Acupoints."

Zhao Shan opened the Jade Box, and a dense, earthy-yellow mist instantly billowed out. Just inhaling a single breath of it made one's entire body feel relaxed and comfortable.

"And this."

He then took out a fist-sized piece of silver metal. Its surface was naturally speckled with starlight-like dots.