"This is... the Spirit Rhino Finger! Such formidable power."
Luo Feng looked at the corpse on the ground, his gaze focused.
The martial art Bing Ruolan used was precisely the Profound Level, dium-grade martial art she obtained in the Red Fla Desert Secret Realm: Spirit Rhino Finger.
He stood beside her and had seen everything clearly. In the final monts, the Duanmu Family martial artist had unleashed his Protective Gang Qi, yet he had no power to resist the finger force of the Spirit Rhino Finger.
Sighing softly, Bing Ruolan sheathed her sword. Her forehead glistened with sweat, reflecting a crystalline light.
"Ruolan, are you alright?" Luo Feng walked over, asking with concern.
Brushing her hair behind her ear, Bing Ruolan shook her head with a smile. "I’m fine. The third stage of the Spirit Rhino Finger, Spirit Rhino One Finger, is just very Yuan Qi-consuming. I might have used too much force just now."
"Let handle it next ti; there’s no need for you to exhaust yourself like this."
Luo Feng grumbled, taking out a Yuan Qi recovery pill and handing it to Bing Ruolan.
"No."
Bing Ruolan shook her head. Looking at Luo Feng and biting the corner of her lip, she said softly, "I want to be able to help you, not be a burden, no matter when."
Seeing Bing Ruolan’s resolute gaze, Luo Feng felt a slight tremor in his heart. She’s still the sa persistent Bing Ruolan.
A sense of joy welled up inside him. Luo Feng fondly tweaked Bing Ruolan’s delicate nose with a smile. "Silly girl, you’ve already helped a lot."
After the earlier encounter with Duanmuya and the others, Luo Feng understood deep down that if Bing Ruolan hadn’t led people to his aid in ti, he might have been dood today.
In front of so many people, Luo Feng’s affectionate gesture made Bing Ruolan blush slightly. She looked down at her toes, saying nothing.
With a faint smile, Luo Feng said, "After we’re done here, let’s train together and prepare for the Golden Palace assessnt."
"Mm."
Bing Ruolan nodded, her face still flushed. In a gentle voice, she said, "I’m alright now. Hu Yitian is fighting an elder from the Duanmu Family. You should hurry and help him."
"Alright."
Luo Feng had already spotted Hu Yitian. He nodded and flew towards the other side of the fray.
"Snow Dance All Around!"
Within the chaotic lee, Hu Yitian wielded his Refined Iron Treasured Saber, continuously slashing. The icy saber light, like a winter snowstorm, roared out, blanketing the sky as it swept towards the Duanmu Family elder.
SIZZLE, SIZZLE, SIZZLE, SIZZLE...
This Duanmu Family elder, nearly forty, watched as the ground at his feet was instantly ravaged by the saber light. Intersecting gashes, a foot deep, crisscrossed the earth—a horrifying sight.
However, the saber light striking the elder’s Protective Gang Energy only caused it to ripple violently, failing to breach his defenses.
"Hu Yitian, instead of staying comfortably in Snow Valley as the young master of the Hu Family, you dare co to Green Wood Peak out of so misplaced loyalty. It seems you’re tired of living."
The middle-aged elder stood his ground, letting the saber light rain down, looking at Hu Yitian with utter disdain.
"Who do you think you are, lecturing ?"
A cold smile touched Hu Yitian’s lips. He surged his Yuan Qi, and the power of his saber light intensified severalfold. The icy wind it stirred up was bone-chilling.
The saber light struck the Duanmu Family elder’s Protective Gang Energy, making it tremble violently, as if it might shatter at any mont.
"Arrogant. Today, this place will be your grave!"
The elder was furious, and also secretly shocked.
Hu Yitian was at the peak of the Eightfold Hell Realm, while he himself was in the early stage of the Ninefold Heavenly Court Realm. Although it was only a one-level difference, the gap between the Eightfold Hell Realm and the Ninefold Heavenly Court Realm was imnse. Yet, his opponent’s saber light made him feel a sense of danger.
His killing intent surging, the middle-aged elder unleashed a massive flaming palm print, cleanly shattering the saber lights in the sky.
"Die!"
Stomping his foot, the middle-aged elder lunged forward. His right palm erupted with dazzling fire as he struck out. The air exploded continuously in its path, its power peerless.
Hu Yitian’s expression was grave. Knowing his cultivation was inferior to his opponent’s, he didn’t dare et the attack head-on.
Tapping his toes to the ground, Hu Yitian slid backward. The Refined Iron Treasured Saber in his hands never paused, instantly unleashing dozens of saber lights.
The middle-aged elder sneered, his speed undiminished, shattering all the saber lights with a single palm strike.
"Exploding Fla Palm!"
Closing to within ten steps of Hu Yitian, the middle-aged elder let out a low shout. His aura surged as a dark red Palm Gang, the size of a water vat, shot towards Hu Yitian.
Before the Palm Gang reached him, Hu Yitian felt his clothes begin to scorch. Knowing this attack was incredibly dangerous, his expression hardened. He abruptly halted his retreat, gripped his saber with both hands, and swung with all his might.
"Reverse Snow Slay!"
SWISH!
This strike unleashed more than his full strength. The massive saber light, nearly two n tall, struck forward like a thunderbolt, its chilling aura instantly freezing a thick layer of white frost on the surrounding ground.
BOOM!
The saber light fiercely struck the flaming palm print with a deafening crash. Hu Yitian grunted, stumbled back several steps, and spat out a mouthful of hot blood.
The middle-aged elder snorted coldly, his gaze savage. His figure shot forward, ready to slaughter Hu Yitian.
Just then, a saber light suddenly streaked in from a distance.
As a Ninefold Heavenly Court Realm master, the middle-aged elder imdiately detected the approaching saber light. A sneer touched his lips as he moved to intercept it with a palm strike.
SQUELCH!
A cold light flashed, and blood sprayed. The middle-aged elder was sliced in two at the waist before he could even activate his Protective Gang Energy.
Even at the mont of his death, he didn’t know who had killed him.
"Phew..."
Looking at the corpse before him, Hu Yitian, his heart still pounding with residual fear, let out a ragged breath. I thought I was a goner for sure, he muttered.
Luo Feng walked out from the side, looked at Hu Yitian, and asked, "How are you?"
"Just a slight shock to my Yuan Qi. I’ll be fine after a bit of rest."
Hu Yitian sat directly on the ground, looked up at Luo Feng, and smiled. "You saved again."
"Stop blabbering."
Luo Feng pursed his lips and nudged Hu Yitian with his foot.
Hu Yitian chuckled. He liked Luo Feng’s straightforward personality.
He sized Luo Feng up, admiration in his eyes. "In such a short ti, you’ve already reached the late stage of the Ninefold Heavenly Court Realm! Even Duanmuya is no match for you. Now I truly understand what ’one must look at a person with new eyes after an absence of three days’ ans."
Luo Feng touched his nose, a wave of emotion washing over him as he recalled his recent experiences.
Turning around, Luo Feng surveyed the plaza.
The few remaining Duanmu Family elders were either dead or injured and posed no further threat. Only Duanmu Xiao was still locked in a fierce battle with his father, Luotian.
"Elder Chen is also dead! This damned kid!"
Elsewhere, Duanmu Xiao had been keeping a close watch on the plaza. Seeing his family’s experts being killed one after another, his heart bled. He wished he could dice Luo Feng into a thousand pieces.
"Luo Feng, just you wait! Sooner or later, I’ll make you pay!"
Realizing the Grand Montum was lost, Duanmu Xiao’s eyes flashed. He decided to escape Green Wood Peak first and bide his ti for revenge.
Besides Green Wood Peak, the Duanmu Family had many other assets. When the ti ca, Duanmu Xiao vowed to avenge today’s humiliation, even if it ant bankrupting his entire family.
His decision made, Duanmu Xiao pushed his Mountain Crush Strike to its limit, forcing Luotian back with a punch. Then, with a heavy stomp, he leaped away, attempting to flee the plaza.
"Duanmu Family Head, why the rush to leave?"
Luo Feng had been watching Duanmu Xiao intently. Seeing him try to escape, he swung his Rage Fla Knife. A massive saber light roared out, the friction with the air generating a Thunder Burst as it shot towards Duanmu Xiao.
Duanmu Xiao’s face turned ashen with terror. He pushed his Yuan Qi to its absolute limit and threw a punch at the incoming saber light.
SPURT!
The imnse force made Duanmu Xiao cough up a large mouthful of blood, but he didn’t dare pause for even a second, desperately fleeing for his life.
"Where do you think you’re going!"
While Duanmu Xiao was montarily stalled by Luo Feng, Luotian caught up, aiming a punch straight at Duanmu Xiao’s back.
"Mad Lion Furious Gang!"
Luotian roared. A turquoise lion’s head, ford of energy, materialized around his fist. It opened its bloody maw and lunged at Duanmu Xiao.
"Luotian, don’t push too far! If I survive today, I swear, no matter the cost, I will annihilate your Luo Family!"
Duanmu Xiao was both terrified and enraged, his expression venomous. Desperately channeling his Yuan Qi, a golden protective barrier ford around him, guarding him with all its might.
"Then I have even more reason not to let you live!"
Intense killing intent flared in Luotian’s eyes. His punch, as unstoppable as splitting bamboo, slamd viciously into Duanmu Xiao.
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion erupted. The golden barrier around Duanmu Xiao held for a re mont before shattering. He scread as he was sent flying tens of ters.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The sound of rushing air cut through the chaos as Luo Feng and Luotian simultaneously appeared beside Duanmu Xiao.
Duanmu Xiao lay on the ground, covered in blood. He looked up and saw Luo Feng, his face draining of color. Just as he was about to beg for rcy, a saber light flashed, and his head was severed from his body.
"No need for any last words."
Luo Feng sheathed his Rage Fla Knife and spoke coldly.
Luotian stood nearby, gazing at Duanmu Xiao’s corpse on the ground. His eyes flickered, and he sighed with complex emotions.
Duanmu Xiao, Family Head of the Duanmu Family—one of the six great families—actually died at my son’s hands today.
Taking a deep breath, Luotian placed a large hand on Luo Feng’s shoulder, his face beaming with pride. He laughed heartily. "I, Luotian, have raised a fine son! Feng Er, after this is all over, you must tell your father everything that’s happened to you."
Luo Feng scratched his head, a bashful smile on his face. "Alright."
Agreeing, Luo Feng glanced across the plaza, then walked over, picked up Duanmu Xiao’s severed head, and held it high. His voice bood:
"Duanmu Xiao is dead! Surrender now, or you will all die!"
His voice, like thunder, rolled across the entire plaza. Everyone involuntarily looked over, their gazes fixed on Duanmu Xiao’s head, their hearts trembling.
The leaders of the observing factions were visibly stunned.
Normally, no one would even compare the Luo Family, from a remote minor city, with the Duanmu Family, one of the six great families. The disparity in their strength was simply too vast; they weren’t on the sa level at all.
Yet today, Luo Feng alone had routed the Duanmu Family. Everyone present found this outco utterly unbelievable.
"The Family Head is dead!"
"Run!"
Seeing Duanmu Xiao’s head, the Duanmu Family mbers lost all will to fight. It’s unknown who shouted it first, but the remaining Duanmu clansn scattered like frightened birds and beasts. Only a few Duanmu Family guards stood rooted to the spot, bewildered.
"Xiao Er." Luotian shouted.
"Father."
A figure shot over—it was Luo Xiao. He was currently drenched in blood, the treasured sword in his hand stained crimson. It was clear he had slain many.
"Leave no Duanmu clansman alive!"
Luotian narrowed his eyes at the fleeing Duanmu clansn, a frigid killing intent erupting from them.
"Yes!"
Luo Xiao licked his lips, his expression excited. Duanmu Ji crippled my cultivation. Today is the day I settle that score!
Turning, Luo Xiao raised his treasured sword and roared:
"Luo Family, hear my command! Leave no Duanmu clansman alive!"
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