The Supreme Asura

Chapter 75: A Heart as Cold as Ice, A Soul as Shura

"What's going on? Why didn't I know about this?"

Wu Hu asked in a low voice.

"Leader, some of our members had their hands broken earlier today, and someone demanded you apologize. In his anger, Brother Bao took people to stir up trouble. Could it have been the Mu family disciples?"

The subordinate whispered back.

"Damn it! That fool is as reckless as ever."

Wu Hu cursed under his breath, then turned to Mu Hai with an awkward smile. "Patriarch Mu, this must all be a misunderstanding. A few of my men were thoughtless and offended your people. I'll deliver them to your Mu family tomorrow."

"No need. They're already corpses."

At that moment, Mu Feng stepped forward, his tone calm as he addressed Wu Hu.

Wu Hu looked at Mu Feng, a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"And this is...?"

"It's you!"

One of the Yellow Tiger Gang members suddenly shouted in alarm upon seeing Mu Feng.

Hearing the shout, Mu Feng turned toward the man but failed to recall him.

The gang member quickly reported to Wu Hu, "Boss, I recognize this kid! Last time, when we went to An Nan Ridge with Wang Liu, he's the one who killed Wang Liu and the others!"

It turned out that this man was one of the two who had escaped that encounter.

Wu Hu's expression darkened slightly upon hearing this. He looked back at Mu Feng before addressing Mu Hai. "Patriarch Mu, since this young man says the culprits are already dead, can we consider this matter resolved?"

"I can't decide that. Xiao Feng, what do you think?"

Mu Hai turned to Mu Feng, surprising Wu Hu further at the deference shown to this young man.

Mu Feng studied Wu Hu, his tone indifferent. "Wu Gang Leader, why are we standing out here in the cold? Aren't you going to invite us in?"

Wu Hu forced a smile and quickly replied, "Of course, how rude of me. Please, come in, everyone."

Mu Feng led the Mu family members into the Yellow Tiger Gang's headquarters and into a large hall. Without hesitation, he walked up to the master's chair and sat down boldly.

Wu Hu's lips twitched slightly at the sight. That was his seat, but he refrained from saying anything.

The elders of the Mu family stood on either side of the hall while Wu Hu found himself awkwardly positioned in the middle.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, Wu Hu forced a smile and clasped his fists toward Mu Feng. "May I ask, young master, who you are?"

Being treated with such respect by Mu Hai, Mu Feng was no ordinary Mu family disciple—that much was clear. Wu Hu suspected he might even be from the Mu clan's main branch.

Seated on the tiger chair, Mu Feng tapped the armrest with his fingers, his eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Wu Hu.

Being examined by a young man, Wu Hu, a seasoned gang leader with decades of experience, couldn't help but feel uneasy. There was an imposing aura about Mu Feng—like the commanding presence of a veteran general.

As he studied Wu Hu, Mu Feng noticed a striking resemblance between him and the man he had killed earlier in the alley.

"Do you have a brother, Wu Gang Leader?" Mu Feng suddenly asked.

Wu Hu nodded. "Yes, I have a younger brother. I heard he went to trouble your disciples. Let me apologize on his behalf. May I ask where my brother is now?"

"So, that man was your brother. He's fine, but he injured one of my family members and is currently a guest at the Mu family estate. You needn't worry."

Hearing this, Wu Hu felt a surge of anger at his brother's recklessness but also a slight relief. From Mu Feng's words, it seemed Wu Bao was merely being detained and hadn't been killed.

"My brother has always been rash. If he has offended you, please don't take it to heart. I've prepared a token of my sincerity and hope you will accept it as an apology."

Wu Hu took out a golden card and respectfully had it presented to Mu Feng by a Mu family disciple.

Mu Feng accepted it with a faint smile. "Wu Gang Leader, you are indeed a reasonable man."

Wu Hu felt a weight lift off his chest when Mu Feng took the card. Mu Feng stood and smiled. "Let's treat this as a misunderstanding and leave it at that."

Wu Hu, delighted, quickly expressed his gratitude.

"You can send someone to the Mu family estate to bring your brother home later," Mu Feng added, patting Wu Hu on the shoulder.

"Thank you, young master!"

Wu Hu bowed deeply.

Hiss!

But at that moment, a streak of white shot out from Mu Feng's sleeve, striking Wu Hu's cheek and sinking its fangs into his flesh.

"Ahh!"

Wu Hu screamed in agony as Little Tian injected a large dose of venom into his body. The snake grew to seven or eight meters in an instant, coiling tightly around Wu Hu.

Wu Hu, poisoned and disoriented, tried to channel his energy to force Little Tian off, but the venom had already reached his brain, leaving him powerless.

The serpent's constriction caused his bones to creak under the immense pressure.

"Boss!"

The gang members cried out in shock. A few tried to intervene, but Mu Zhong and other Mu family experts quickly dispatched them.

"Why... why...?" Wu Hu roared weakly as he was crushed by Little Tian.

"I'm sorry, Wu Gang Leader. Your brother is already dead. I thought about it and decided you might as well join him," Mu Feng said coldly.

Drawing his battle blade, Mu Feng swung it down.

Splat!

Wu Hu's head fell to the ground, his suffering ended.

The others in the room shivered at the sight, awed by Mu Feng's ruthlessness but also filled with admiration.

In the world of cultivation, mercy was often a weakness, and those who hesitated were the ones who died early.

Mu Feng sighed inwardly as he looked at Wu Hu's severed head. Wu Hu didn't deserve to die, but with his brother dead, letting him live would only invite future enmity.

Though young, Mu Feng wasn't naive. Sparing an enemy wasn't kindness—it was negligence toward himself and his loved ones.

In the bloody path of cultivation, good and evil were meaningless concepts.

"If falling into hell and wielding a blood-soaked blade is what it takes to protect myself and those I love, then I will gladly become a cold-hearted Shura."

Mu Feng whispered to himself as he wiped the blood off his blade.

In this cold and merciless world, only Shura and tyrants could survive long.