At this mont, Yan Guying found himself trapped in the greatest crisis of his life.
The black-clad leader toyed with him like a cat with a mouse, his eyes filled with mockery, each casual move leaving Yan Guying utterly defenseless.
"Bang!"
Another punch sent Yan Guying flying, countless bones and tendons in his body fracturing.
"Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, clutching his fist tightly. His consciousness was beginning to blur, and he knew that if this continued, he would surely die today.
"Am I really going to die like this?"
Bitterness filled Yan Guying’s heart. "Dying at the enemy’s hands, though unwilling, is sothing I must accept. But to be betrayed by a scoundrel like ng Guizang and die this way is hard to swallow!"
Has the world really beco like this?
Yan Guying shook his head with a bitter smile, "Forget it, I’m a little tired..."
Yet, at this mont, a clear shout ca from the sky.
"Little White, Eight Swords United!"
Suddenly, a magnificent and colorful light shot from the sky, so dazzling that it nearly blinded the eye.
A terrifying power pierced through the sky, its force almost reaching the level of an Extre Human Emperor.
"Little White, who is that?"
Yan Guying was stunned for a mont before seeing the black-clad leader retreat in panic.
The next mont, a figure landed beside him. Upon focusing his gaze, it was surprisingly Ling Feng!
"Junior Brother Ling!"
Yan Guying’s eyelids twitched suddenly, then a hint of surprise appeared on his face. "Junior Brother Ling, it really is you!"
"Who else could it be but ?"
Ling Feng smiled, shaking his head. Grabbing Yan Guying’s shoulder, he rose into the air, tossing him behind a huge snow rock. Then, he took to the air again, charging at the black-clad leader.
Dealing with an Extre Human Emperor, Little White alone was far from enough.
"Junior Brother Ling!"
Yan Guying watched Ling Feng’s back, raising his hand swiftly, but the tearing in his muscles caused cold sweat to break out from pain.
Now, he was too weak to fight, only able to observe from the sidelines.
But could Ling Feng alone really contend with an Extre Human Emperor?
That kind of strength was only possessed by an Inner Sect Disciple on the Creation Star List!
"Hey, your life belongs to now!"
Ling Feng flew out, using Little White’s "shaless" Eight Swords United technique, suddenly unleashing Qiankun Chaos and Nightmare Heart Technique, along with Shocking Eye Tribulation.
The threefold ntal interference, along with Little White’s suppression, left the black-clad leader almost without resistance, falling directly into Ling Feng’s Phantom Realm.
In a direct confrontation, Ling Feng might have found it challenging to deal with the black-clad leader, but with such a heaven-defying Cultivation Technique like Nightmare Heart Technique, why need to crush an opponent with strength alone!
"Using these three abilities simultaneously is quite overwhelming!"
Ling Feng gently rubbed his eyes, feeling a wave of weakness from overuse of his sight.
Still, although entrapping the black-clad leader in a Phantom Realm, Ling Feng didn’t dare be careless, directly throwing out a line of Golden Needles to seal eight of his acupoints, blocking his Elental Power flow. With a few "crack" sounds, he twisted the black-clad leader’s limbs and imdiately bound him tightly with Treasure Level ropes, throwing him into the Five Elents Heavenly Palace.
Capturing the bandit leader alive, fifty thousand Contribution Points in hand!
Behind the snow rock, Yan Guying was left dumbfounded.
That was an Extre Human Emperor, yet Ling Feng dealt with him so swiftly and easily!
Throughout the process, he saw Ling Feng’s eyes sotis emit purple light, sotis red, causing the Void ahead to ripple, before the black-clad leader ceased to resist, foolishly letting Ling Feng disable him!
Such eyes were truly extraordinary!
"Wrap it up and we’re done!"
Ling Feng took a deep breath, swallowed two Elixirs to restore Divine Power, leaping over to Yan Guying’s side.
"How are you, Brother Yan, are you okay?"
Ling Feng looked Yan Guying up and down, motioning with his mouth, then reached out, tapping his body, setting his bones, and casually taking out a bottle of healing Elixir, saying lightly, "This is for nurturing ridians. Try not to exert yourself for a few days, and you should be fully recovered in three days."
Yan Guying gazed deeply at Ling Feng, incredulous.
After a long pause, Yan Guying finally spoke, "Junior Brother Ling, how deep have you hidden yourself?"
"More or less that’s it,"
Ling Feng touched his nose silently, not saying much more.
"That white shadow brandishing a sword continuously, that was your Sword Soul, right?" Yan Guying stared at the Sword in Ling Feng’s hand, slowly asking.
"Yes, it’s the Sword Soul,"
Ling Feng nodded, saying calmly, "But I hope Brother Yan won’t tell anyone."
A man innocent, penniless, but his treasured sword might bring misfortune.
Knowing about the Sword Soul signifies at least an Immortal Artifact in Ling Feng’s hands!
Such things, once discovered, may prompt others to covet, especially since Ling Feng’s cultivation was only at the Divine Sea Realm, making him seem like easy prey.
Though Ling Feng wasn’t afraid, he wished to avoid unnecessary troubles.
Unless, like Tuoba Yan, he beca one of the Eight Hall Masters’ Direct Disciples, then even possessing an Immortal Artifact, no one would dare sche against him.
"Rest assured, even if swords threaten or flas scorch , I won’t reveal a word of today’s events. Brother Ling, I won’t forget your life-saving grace, and wherever you need henceforth, just let know, I would face any peril unflinchingly!"
Yan Guying pledged solemnly.
"Hehe, no need to be so serious,"
Ling Feng waved with a smile. Yan Guying and Ning Guichen were of the sa nature: good everywhere, but rigidly formal in action, aning they were naive.
Thinking it over, Ling Feng decided not to ntion having killed ng Guizang, lest Yan Guying nag him.
With ng Guizang’s death blad on the bandits of Snow Wolf Valley, it wouldn’t trace back to him anyway.
At this mont, signals suddenly gathered in the sky, coming from the rear of Snow Wolf Valley, likely Lee Fei’s signal, indicating Lee Fei and the others probably encountered trouble.
"Not good, Senior Sister Lee Fei and the others might be in trouble, let’s hurry over!"
Yan Guying frowned slightly. Gathering signals are ant to be released after task completion. Now, with Senior Sister Lee Fei unaware of the valley conditions, the signal must be a call for help.
Ling Feng nodded, slowly saying, "Brother Yan, do you have any captured enemies to bring along?"
"I do have one,"
Yan Guying nodded, recalling when Ling Feng captured the black-clad leader with a purple light, unable to resist asking, "Junior Brother, it seems you have a Treasure capable of housing living things?"
"Indeed, I have one,"
Ling Feng nodded, speaking no further, simply saying, "If Brother Yan trusts , I can also help manage the prisoner you captured."
"My life was saved by you, what’s there to mistrust?"
Saying this, Yan Guying led Ling Feng to a temporary dug-out pit, where the unconscious bandit he captured was thrown.
However, Yan Guying, soft-hearted, didn’t cripple the enemy’s cultivation like Ling Feng did.
Ling Feng pursed his lips, binding the bandit and tossing him into the Five Elents Heavenly Palace. After discussing, the two set off, heading to the back of Snow Wolf Valley to reunite with Lee Fei.
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