Luo Feng hadn’t expected the opponent to covet his cultivation techniques. He remained calm and indifferent, saying, "I’ll also give you a chance. Cripple your cultivation now and disappear from my sight."
Elder Hong furrowed his brow, an ice-cold glare flashing from his narrow eyes. He threatened grimly, "It seems I gave you too much credit. Since you’re showing no appreciation, don’t bla for being ruthless. Once I kill you, your cultivation techniques will be mine!"
SWISH!
As his words fell, Elder Hong’s hair and beard flew about him, his gaze fixed on Luo Feng as he struck with his sword.
SWISH!
The clouds silently parted, and a frigid Sword Qi, tens of ters long, ford an icy screen high in the sky, instantaneously appearing before Luo Feng.
Despite the sweeping, cold Sword Qi, Luo Feng maintained his composure. He gripped the handle of the Rage Fla Knife and struck back.
CRACK!
The blade light intercepted the Sword Qi. A violent impact erupted, and then both vanished.
"This young man actually dares to challenge Elder Hong! Does he really think he can defeat a mid-stage fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist?"
"Right now, it’s life or death between the Cold Origin Adventure Group and the Green Fla Adventure Group. In this situation, even if he doesn’t want to fight, there’s no way he can walk away unscathed."
"True. Lengxiao was nearly killed by this young man just now. He definitely won’t let such a threat remain alive."
"Honestly, that young man’s power is spine-chilling. Judging by his age, he’s rely fifteen or sixteen, yet he’s already a fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist—an absolute genius. When dealing with soone like that, you either don’t make a move, or you must eliminate them completely. Otherwise, you won’t sleep soundly."
"Yes, but with Elder Hong stepping in, the young man’s fate today is likely grim. What a pity..."
"With such a major event unfolding, the Evil Wolf Adventure Group and the Flying Feather Adventure Group surely won’t stand idly by."
"Mm, I just saw quite a few people from the Evil Wolf Adventure Group, and also Qing i, the First Captain of the Flying Feather Adventure Group. It looks like Red Valley City is in for a major upheaval today!"
The surroundings were filled with mbers from various adventure groups. Witnessing the clash between the Green Fla Adventure Group and the Cold Origin Adventure Group, they began to analyze the likely unfolding events.
In mid-air, Elder Hong’s eyes flashed as he saw Luo Feng block his sword.
Although I only used seventy percent of my strength in that last strike, as a mid-stage fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist, a sword strike of that power was enough to defeat an early-stage fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist. Yet, this young man blocked it without even furrowing his brow. Just as Lengxiao said, his opponent’s Yuan Qi is incredibly profound.
"Hehe, it seems your cultivation techniques are indeed far from ordinary." Gazing at Luo Feng, Elder Hong chuckled, suspecting Luo Feng practiced a cultivation technique of at least the Profound Level, possibly even an Earth Level. Greed surfaced in his eyes.
Luo Feng chuckled bitterly inwardly. It appears the other party is certain they have .
"Golden Sun Breaking Slash!"
Not wanting to waste words with his opponent, Luo Feng’s gaze flickered. Six golden suns appeared behind him, shining brilliantly. Empowered by the Golden Suns, his montum surged trendously as he attacked with his saber.
"That move!"
Watching Luo Feng, Lengxiao swallowed hard. Just monts ago, I was defeated by this very saber attack, utterly unable to resist. And back then, Luo Feng hadn’t even drawn his saber!
Six Golden Suns! Indeed, I shouldn’t underestimate him; otherwise, I might be the one to capsize in a ditch! Elder Hong felt the boundless explosive energy emanating from the rotating disc of Saber Gang, and his brows furrowed slightly. The Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber Technique was extrely domineering and difficult to cultivate, yet this young man had sohow comprehended six Golden Suns.
An icy glint flashed in Elder Hong’s eyes. He held his sword vertically before his brow, strands of purple light condensing at the tip, forming purple lightning that pulsed relentlessly.
"Purple Sword Penetrates Heaven!"
With a cold shout, intense purple light burst from Elder Hong’s eyes as he thrust his sword forward.
SWISH!
The purple sword light condensed into a single beam, piercing through the air and instantly colliding with the red disc of Saber Gang.
The disc of Saber Gang and the Sword Qi hung suspended in mid-air for a breath’s ti before the Sword Qi pierced through the disc, striking Luo Feng’s Protective Gang Energy hard.
However, the Sword Qi had already dissipated by eighty or ninety percent; it rely caused ripples across the Protective Gang Energy before vanishing. Luo Feng was forced back more than ten steps.
Seeing this, Lengxiao exhaled a long breath.
I’ve beco truly terrified of Luo Feng’s strength. Even knowing Elder Hong is a mid-stage fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist who shouldn’t lose, a sliver of worry still lingered in my heart. But now, seeing Elder Hong gain the upper hand, I feel greatly relieved.
"Kid, bla yourself for crossing , Lengxiao!" Narrowing his eyes, Lengxiao watched Luo Feng retreat, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"Your strength is truly exceptional. Among those of the sa level, you’d be hard-pressed to find a match. Unfortunately for you, you’ve encountered . You can take pride in dying by my sword." Elder Hong’s sword broke through the Saber Gang, his robes fluttering though there was no wind, a smug smile on his face.
BUZZ!
Luo Feng halted his retreat in mid-air. I’m inwardly astonished by the strength of a mid-stage fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist.
He glanced down. The mbers of the Green Fla Adventure Group and the Cold Origin Adventure Group were locked in a chaotic battle, with casualties on both sides.
The Green Fla Adventure Group has fewer experts than the Cold Origin Adventure Group. Although they’re barely holding on by leveraging their geographical advantage, the longer this drags on, the more dangerous it will beco for them. This must end quickly!
A sharp light glinted in Luo Feng’s eyes. His calm deanor suddenly turned fierce, and a crimson dragon scale appeared on his forehead. An aura of dominance erupted from his body, and it seed as if dragon roars echoed in the void.
"Take another strike from !"
His gaze fixed on Elder Hong, Luo Feng was enveloped in red light that coalesced into six radiant golden suns. He seed to transform into a raging inferno, poised to incinerate the very space around them, as he slashed out with his saber.
BOOM!
The surrounding air was instantly displaced. The circular Saber Gang, like a fiery teor, carried an indomitable Saber Intent as it slashed towards Elder Hong.
"Kid, your Saber Technique is useless against !" Seeing Luo Feng use the sa Saber Technique twice, Elder Hong sneered. Purple light condensed on his sword, and he thrust it out again.
CRACK!
The razor-sharp purple Sword Qi struck the Saber Gang heavily. Then, before Elder Hong’s astonished eyes, the purple Sword Qi instantly shattered, and the Saber Gang slashed directly towards his chest.
"How is this possible!"
Elder Hong was shocked. I didn’t expect the sa martial art to possess such vastly different power! The Saber Gang actually shattered my Sword Qi so easily!
Frowning, Elder Hong didn’t panic. He fully circulated the Yuan Qi in his body.
"Purple Cloud Sword Wall!"
With a cold shout, Elder Hong gripped his treasured sword with both hands, holding it before his chest.
In an instant, the purple light on the sword flared, becoming almost substantial. Accompanied by a crackling sound, streams of purple Sword Qi surged skyward, rapidly combining to form a barrier composed of Sword Qi.
The barrier was nearly ten zhang high and five zhang wide, suffused with a hazy purple glow. It was as if a purple curtain had been drawn between heaven and earth, shielding Elder Hong behind it.
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG...
The Sword Wall had just ford when the red saber wheel arrived, striking it fiercely and sending thousands of sparks flying.
CRACK CRACK CRACK...
As the red saber wheel spun, fine cracks began to appear on the Sword Qi barrier, spreading rapidly.
Witnessing this, Elder Hong’s eyes filled with horror. The Purple Cloud Sword Technique he cultivated was a Profound Level, superior-grade martial art he had chanced upon during his youthful adventures.
In terms of power, the Purple Cloud Sword Technique is far inferior to the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber, but it’s a sword art that integrates offense and defense. Combined with the peak Yellow Level Cultivation Technique I practice, the Purple Cloud Sword Wall I manifest shouldn’t be shaken even by a full-power strike from an ordinary mid-stage fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist. Yet, now it can’t block a single strike from this young man! Elder Hong was montarily dazed.
"Elder Hong, be careful!"
In his mont of distraction, Elder Hong suddenly heard Lengxiao’s warning cry. He looked up, and his expression changed drastically.
Luo Feng, without him noticing, had closed in to within three ters.
"Get lost!"
Roaring with a mixture of shock and anger, Elder Hong’s eyes blazed with intense purple light. The countless inverted purple Sword Qi suddenly flipped, unleashing a piercing shriek as they tore through the air and slashed towards Luo Feng, as dense as a swarm of locusts.
Luo Feng’s dark hair was whipped up by the gale force of the Sword Qi. Expressionless, he threw a punch, letting out a similar loud shout.
"Explode!"
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...
Red flas erupted, and the sound of air exploding echoed repeatedly, shaking the very space. Rings of red light spread out in all directions with overwhelming montum. Below on the street, so of the martial artists watching the spectacle were forced to activate their Protective Gang Energy.
Since his Divine Dragon Nine Changes had reached the Spiritual Transformation stage, seemingly influenced by the red, dragon-shaped revolving spirit within him, Luo Feng’s Eight Wildernesses Dominating Fla Fist had surpassed its previous limits. Its power was now comparable to a Profound Level, superior-grade martial art.
Before the astonished gazes of the crowd, the sky full of Sword Qi was instantly obliterated, and a figure was sent flying, spitting blood.
It was Elder Hong.
His clothes were tattered, his body covered in blood. He had completely lost his earlier imposing deanor and was now in a pitiful state.
"Die!"
Locking onto the retreating Elder Hong, Luo Feng’s eyes sharpened. Still in mid-air, he slashed down with his saber.
BOOM!
The massive saber light was incredibly domineering. Wherever it passed, the air surged violently, like an ancient, monstrous python carrying an aura of utter destruction as it bore down on Elder Hong.
"You wish!"
Elder Hong’s eyes looked ready to split. He let out a long cry, desperately channeling the Yuan Qi in his body towards his treasured sword, preparing to use the Purple Cloud Sword Wall again. But at that mont, a searing heat spread through his chest, and he coughed up a large mouthful of blood. The previous punch had damaged his ridians, making it impossible for him to execute the Purple Cloud Sword Wall again.
SLICE!
The saber light flashed, and a head flew high into the air. The residual force of the saber light cleaved a three-story stone building on the street in two, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.
Elder Hong’s eyes were wide with disbelief and unwillingness, as if he still couldn’t accept that he was dead, killed by an early-stage fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist.
"He actually killed Elder Hong!"
"That saber strike just now was too terrifying! My entire focus was drawn to it. If I had been facing that strike, I probably wouldn’t even have had ti to think of resisting before being killed."
"This young man is too strong! Given ti, he might even be able to contend with the top geniuses of the Twelve Golden Palaces."
The surrounding martial artists looked at Luo Feng, who stood proudly in the air, their expressions a mixture of shock, admiration, and even envy.
Most of them possessed average talent. Barring so miraculous encounter, they were destined to be trapped in this small Red Valley City for their entire lives.
But Luo Feng was different. To kill a mid-stage fifth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist while only at the early stage himself—his talent could only be described as monstrous. His future achievents were limitless; even leaving the Hundred Nations Territory would not be an issue for him.
"Qing i, it seems you’ve made an incredible acquaintance this ti..."
In a corner of the street, a blue-clad female swordsman gazed at Luo Feng’s figure, her beautiful eyes sparkling, a bitter smile playing on her lips.
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