Instead of fear or despair, he was smiling.
Blood flowed continuously from his mouth and chest.
Li Feng frowned slightly.
He had clearly crushed this guy’s heart, and yet... he was smiling.
It wasn’t the desperate smile of soone clinging to life, nor the grin of madness.
It was sothing... calm.
Blood trickled from Yan Moxuan’s lips down his chin as his trembling hand tightened weakly around Li Feng’s wrist.
Ignoring Li Feng completely, Yan Moxuan turned his gaze toward Liu Yanyue.
For a brief mont, the chaos, the blood, and the battlefield all seed to fade from his eyes.
"...Too bad... I... was... so... close."
Every word seed to drain his remaining life force, filled with deep regret.
Yet slowly, a fierce determination ignited in his dying eyes.
"Since... I can’t have it... then no one... can!"
With his remaining arm, he gripped Li Feng’s wrist with terrifying final resolve.
Li Feng’s pupils shrank slightly as he felt sothing dangerous stirring within Yan Moxuan’s body.
Just as he was about to smash the man’s head—
Yan Moxuan body began to tremble violently as a faint, piercing hum echoed out.
Zzzzzzz—
The air around them warped.
Sharp, invisible blades began to form, accompanied by thin strands of sword intent that sliced through the ground, the air, and even the light itself.
The hum quickly turned into a scream.
The sword intent around Yan Moxuan’s body condensed further then began to collapse inward.
...Like a star about to explode.
BOOM!
A blinding explosion of red sword intent erupted outward.
The ground shattered and the air scread.
Everything within range was torn apart by countless invisible blades.
Liu Yanyue was thrown backward, her body tumbling violently from the shockwaves.
And as one powerful streak of red sword intent flew straight toward her—
Ting!
Shui Ruo suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yanyue and blocked it with a wave of blue qi.
The other disciples also hurriedly used their strongest techniques to block or dodge.
Unfortunately, so were too slow as they were injured or even lost limbs in the devastating blast.
SLASH!
SLASH!
SLASH!
Like a rain of red sword qi, the entire area turned bright crimson.
And soon...
As the sword intent finally settled...
From within the slowly clearing dust, a figure slowly erged.
It was Li Feng, still standing in the sa posture.
Even though he had taken the self-destruction attack at point-blank range, there wasn’t a single wound on his body.
Not even his clothes were torn.
A faint, almost invisible layer of starlight flickered briefly across his skin... before fading away.
Drip...
Drip...
Blood dripped from his knuckles as he stared at the headless corpse still in his hands.
Just now, he had smashed Yan Moxuan’s head the mont the man tried to activate his final attack.
But even then, he had been a little too late.
Thud.
With a casual flick, Li Feng tossed the ruined corpse aside.
Li Feng turned around and saw that Yue Lan and the others were safe, having only suffered minor injuries.
He let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Finally..., it’s over."
Li Feng smiled.
With no more threats left in this secret realm, he just needed to wait for the realm to close.
He rembered that the exit should appear in a few days.
After the secret realm ended, Li Feng already had clear plans in mind.
He intended to focus on raising both his own cultivation and that of Yue Lan and Fen Ziyan.
With his powerful dual cultivation technique, he could enjoy the intimate process while steadily farming favor points and safely increasing their strength together.
And the stronger they all beca, the more at ease his mind would be.
But just as that thought crossed his mind—
ROAR!!
A familiar thunderous roar shook the entire battlefield.
"W-What?!"
Shui Ruo and the others looked visibly panicked as they felt the destructive pressure filling the air.
Even the ground trembled slightly beneath their feet.
Just then—
Like thunder descending from the heavens, a bolt of green lightning struck the ground.
BANG!!
The lightning imdiately transford into a living streak of green light, shooting sharply toward Yue Lan.
ROAR!
Shui Ruo couldn’t react in ti.
The green lightning was only inches away from Yue Lan, who was already raising her sword to block.
CRACK!
But in that instant, Li Feng’s towering figure appeared in front of her once again.
He crossed his arms and blocked the strike head-on.
Crack...!
Crack...!
Crack...!
Sparks of lightning exploded violently.
Li Feng stared at the woman cloaked in lightning and murmured coldly, with suppressed anger.
"...Are you really looking to die?"
It seed this woman had sohow survived his earlier attack, yet she still refused to stay down.
She had co back and was still trying to kill Yue Lan.
Wei Zhenxin did not reply.
She simply looked directly at Li Feng.
Li Feng frowned at her gaze, but then he suddenly felt his body beco strangely light.
"!?"
In the next mont, like a feather struck by lightning, both he and Wei Zhenxin were blasted into the distance.
Soon, far away from the main battlefield—
BOOOM!!
The lightning exploded as Wei Zhenxin landed a distance away.
Dust and rubble flew everywhere.
But then—
BOOMM!
Li Feng burst out from the rubble, the smoke clearing around him as a terrifying burst of pressure erupted from his body.
"...Who the hell are you?" he asked coldly, staring at this strange woman.
Wei Zhenxin did not answer imdiately.
Instead, she slowly raised her sword.
The mont her fingers tightened around the hilt, the air itself seed to shudder.
A low, sharp hum spread outward.
Then—
Crackle...!
Green lightning erupted.
Not wildly, not chaotically... but with terrifying precision.
It crawled along the blade like living veins, condensing into a radiant erald glow that split the darkness in two.
Her figure stood still yet everything around her moved.
Her long hair fluttered violently, strands whipping across her face as arcs of lightning danced between them.
The glow illuminated her features.... cold, resolute... almost emotionless.
But her eyes... they burned with a piercing green light, glowing faintly like the sword itself as they locked onto Li Feng with unwavering, unshaken resolve.
The cracked sword in her hand no longer looked fragile.
Instead, that fracture faintly shimred, as if the lightning was seeping into it, feeding it... forcing it to endure.
Or perhaps... forcing it to evolve.
Zzzzzzz—!
The sword itself seed to turn into pure lightning, capable of shearing through the air.
Slowly, she murmured,
"My na is Wei Zhenxin... and"
Crack....!
The ground beneath her feet began to split as thin lines of lightning spread outward like roots, carving deep into the earth.
"...and I hope you will allow to kill that woman."
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[Here a illustration picture of Wei Zhenxin above mont:]
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