<h4>Chapter 22: Who’s the Feng n’s Real Master?</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Bang! The table was smashed to pieces!


    Chuling’s legs turned to jelly. She almost bowed to kneel again, but Feng Tian propped her up so tightly that she couldn’t. Panic filled her face as sheprehended how furious the Master truly was.


    Feng Xiang saw Feng Tian’s rigid and tall stature, like unbending bamboo. The air of arrogance and indifference she exuded, the sh of contempt and mockery in her gaze, all of it pierced his eyes like needles. She looks just like histe wife! Fear rose in Feng Xiang’s heart.


    He ordered coldly, “Begin the n punishment!” The moment he gave the order, a servant came in with an iron rod. He raised it, then brought it down toward Feng Tian’s calf, skillfully and without hesitation. It was obviously not his first time. He clearly did not regard Feng Tian as his Master.


    Chuling tried to push herdy away and block the blow with her own body. However, before she could move, Feng Tian pulled her aside and managed to dodge the rod.


    Instantly, the iron rod came at them again. Feng Tian loosened Chuling. She raised her hand, pulled out her whip, and wrapped it around the iron bar. With a loud nk, the iron bar was flung away andnded at Feng Xiang’s feet.


    Feng Xiang stared wide-eyed at Feng Tian wielding the soft, red whip. He watched as she wrapped it around the servant’s neck. There was a forceful tug, then a crack was heard...


    The severed head fell to the floor and rolled forward. It moved straight toward Xu Jiayi before finally stopping at her feet. The lifeless eyes, grievous and vengeful, bore into Xu Jiayi, chilling her to the bones. She raised her feet and kicked the head away. The headless body copsed to the ground with a crash. Bright red blood seeped into the cracks of the bricks and stones. Xu Jiayi pointed her finger, and her bright red nails shone.


    “Men! Capture her. I’d like to see just how powerful this good-for-nothing can be!” shemanded angrily.


    It was the same whip Feng Tian had used to injure her Yu’er. That d*mned b*tch!


    Around seven or eight servants, who’d been stationed outside, all poured in. With iron rods in their hands, they began to attack Feng Tian.


    Chuling paled at the horde of attackers but stepped forward without thinking and eximed, “Run quickly, Miss! I can hold them back.”


    “Stay behind me and don’t stray far.”


    Feng Tian pulled Chuling over to the side. She raised the soft whip in her hand, wrapping it around another servant’s neck. A forceful tug and second head rolled before the poor fool could say a word.


    “Today, I’ll make sure that you guys know who the Feng n’s real Master is.”


    Crack! Crack! Crack! Again and again, the soft red whip cut through the air. With each fall of the whip, a head rolled off its neck. Soon, all the servants were dead except one. Looking at the decapitated bodies all around him, he tried to flee in horror. But just as he reached the door, something tightened around his neck. Snap! His head was severed before he could even scream.


    Feng Xiang and Xu Jiayi were stunned. Within a blink of an eye, the small, soft whip harvested seven or eight lives like the Grim Reaper’s scythe. She’d chopped off their heads like they were cabbages.


    Feng Tian watched thest man fall. Then, she turned around and shot an icy re at Xu Jiayi. She raised the soft whip in her hand and swept it toward Xu Jiayi...


    “Stop!”


    Feng Xiang snapped awake at the clear, sharp crack of the whip. He pushed out his palm, and out came a fierce, ruthless force.


    “Miss!” Chuling threw herself in front of Feng Tian. “Ah!”


    Bam! Feng Tian and Chuling flew from the impact of the forceful palm wind. They crashed heavily into the wall and fell on the ground. Puu! Puu! They both coughed up mouthfuls of blood.