Chapter 905: Chapter 905

A figure unexpectedly appeared in front of Yu Feifei. The speed of this figure was simply too fast. One hand grabbed the wrist of the black-clad martial artist reaching for Yu Feifei, while the other hand extended like an iron hook, clutching the black-clad martial artist's neck and giving it a fierce twist.

With a crisp sound, the martial artist collapsed to the ground, instantly lifeless.

The corpse fell to the ground with a thud. Witnessing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

In the jungle, an eerie silence ensued. Looking at the lifeless body sprawled like a dead dog on the ground, Li Meng's smile froze on his face.

How could this be possible? A formidable expert at the pinnacle of the Yunhai realm died just like that without any warning.

Li Meng's face was filled with shock. Who on earth could kill a high-level Yunhai realm martial artist in a single move?

Not just Li Meng—even Eugene was left speechless.

This time, they had joined forces with the Blood Clan and the Red Cross Society to come to Huaxia, bringing only the top-tier experts.

This black man was somewhat famous in Europe and America, known as the "African Kong King."

He had been the boxing champion in underground fighting arenas across Europe and America, with a horrifying record of 351 fights and 351 kills.

Such a ruthless figure had unbelievably been killed in a single move by the person before them. This was simply unfathomable.

Moments ago, Yu Feifei had already closed her eyes, prepared to sever her meridians to end her life. But this sudden development caused her to reopen her eyes in disbelief.

"Lin Chen!" Joy sparkled in Yu Feifei's eyes.

No matter what, she never expected Lin Chen to have been following her all along.

Seeing who it was, Li Meng's eyes filled with murderous intent and madness.

This was the man who once tormented him to the brink of death, humiliating him beyond redemption—Lin Chen.

Enemies meeting face-to-face—it was a moment of searing hatred. Thinking of the agony he endured in those days, Li Meng wished he could strip Lin Chen's skin, pull out his tendons, and set his flesh ablaze to light up the heavens.

Lin Chen's gaze was icy as he looked at Li Meng. "I never imagined you'd stoop to becoming a lackey for foreign devils. If I had known this would happen, I should have never removed the silver needle from your body back then—I should have let you die in excruciating pain."

"Brat! I never thought you'd appear here. Fine! Today, I'll make sure there's no place for you to bury your corpse and grind your bones to dust!"

Hearing the name Lin Chen, Eugene's eyes gleamed with interest.

Lately, he had heard this name frequently; several of their schemes had been foiled by this very person.

"So, you're Lin Chen?"

Eugene sized up Lin Chen, but upon finding little remarkable about the young man before him, his eyes revealed a hint of disdain.

"Yes, that's me—Lin Chen, the young master himself," Lin Chen replied indifferently.

Eugene nodded, his eyes glinting with a cold light. "Lin Chen, do you have any idea who you're up against? The Phantom Society's might is beyond your comprehension. To oppose us is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—seeking your death."

Eugene's tone carried an air of arrogance, as though he believed that citing the name of the Phantom Society would surely make his adversary tremble in fear.

However, Lin Chen's face displayed utter confusion, as he stared at Eugene with a puzzled expression. "Phantom Society? What is that? Are you the company behind filming Harry Potter? Oh, is Voldemort your boss?"

Hearing Lin Chen's words, everyone looked at him as if he were an utter fool.

Phantom Society? Harry Potter? Voldemort?

What kind of nonsense was this? It was outright slapping the face of the Phantom Society—a naked provocation.

As one of the world's top hidden organizations, the Phantom Society was revered and dreaded in martial arts circles. Yet Lin Chen had equated this prestigious group to a mere entertainment company. Such an action was nothing short of desecration—trampling the Phantom Society's dignity underfoot.

Everyone present looked at Lin Chen as if they were staring at an idiot, wondering where he got his audacity to openly mock the Phantom Society's authority.

Yu Feifei's face clouded with worry. The Phantom Society was notoriously protective of its reputation. Anyone daring to insult them would meet an immensely miserable fate. Lin Chen's words had essentially ensured an eternal enmity with the Phantom Society, likely setting the stage for bloodshed in their future battles.

"Hahaha! Lin Chen, you've really crossed the line this time. Brat, you've signed your death warrant." Li Meng sneered mockingly with a twisted smile, as if the members of Phantom Society were his own kin.

"Lin Chen, my advice: kneel before Young Master Eugene right now and beg for forgiveness. Maybe then you'll get a swift death. Insulting the Phantom Society? Brat, you're finished. Today, you are absolutely going to die."

Turning around, Li Meng ingratiatingly encouraged Eugene. "Young Master Eugene, this Lin Chen is nothing but a Dragon Group lackey. He's injured countless of our brothers. And now, you've seen how he dares to insult the Phantom Society. This kind of person deserves to be skinned alive, his bones ground to ashes—to demonstrate the unmatched might of the Phantom Society."

Li Meng's flattery had its intended effect. Eugene's eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he glared coldly at Lin Chen. "Brat, for killing members of the Phantom Society and insulting our name, your sins are unpardonable. Today, I will send you to hell to repent."

As he spoke, Eugene made a prayer gesture. "Lin Chen, I'm giving you one chance—kneel and kowtow to me. Beg forgiveness from the Spirit God, and I will let you die without too much pain."

"Kneel, kowtow, and beg forgiveness from your Spirit God?"

Hearing Eugene's outrageously arrogant demand, Lin Chen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Apologies, but anyone who invades my Huaxia will be exterminated, no matter how far they come from. The moment you all set foot on Huaxia soil to stir trouble, your fate was sealed. Even if you begged for forgiveness, I would still make your deaths unimaginably miserable."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes blazing with intense killing intent.

Listening to Lin Chen's domineering words, Eugene couldn't stop nodding. "Fine, fine! Since that's your choice, I'll make it happen for you!"

"Good! If you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

At this moment, a masked martial artist beside Eugene whispered, "Master, this boy, though young, has already reached the Celestial Vein Realm. If he fully grows, he'll undoubtedly become a major threat to the Phantom Society. He must not survive."

The earlier instant where Lin Chen killed the black-clad martial artist was a fleeting moment, yet the strength Lin Chen displayed left him deeply unsettled.

Gazing at Lin Chen, the masked man's eyes showed apprehension and gravity. He had a feeling that even though his own cultivation was also at the Celestial Vein Realm, if they fought, he wouldn't gain the slightest advantage.

To kill that black-clad martial artist earlier would have required significant effort on his part, yet Lin Chen had done it in an instant.

The most frightening thing was Lin Chen's age—just in his early twenties—and to already wield such power, combined with his ruthless decisiveness and sharp techniques, was unprecedented in his experience.

Such a person could absolutely not be allowed to rise.

Coldness flashed in the masked man's eyes as his killing intent erupted.

Now that Lin Chen and the Phantom Society had become mortal enemies, if Lin Chen were allowed to grow, it would pose an enormous threat to the organization.

Eugene's gaze turned cold as he barked toward the masked man and the twelve remaining martial artists, "Attack together. Kill this brat!"