Chapter 22

Bang! The table was smashed to pieces!

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

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

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

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

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

Feng Xiang stared wide-eyed at Feng Tianlan 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 collapsed 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!” she commanded angrily .

It was the same whip Feng Tianlan 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 Tianlan .

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

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

Feng Tianlan 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 Clan’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 Tianlan watched the last man fall . Then, she turned around and shot an icy glare 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 Tianlan . “Ah!”

Bam! Feng Tianlan 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 .