Luo Feng’s protective gang energy continued to swirl around him, generating intense Qi force that distorted the surrounding air. The falling chunks of flesh from the sky were repelled before they could get close.
Huff...
Luo Feng exhaled heavily, tossing a third-grade healing spirit pill in his mouth, along with several spirit pills to restore his Yuan Qi.
Although he had extraordinary talent and had practiced the Divine Dragon Nine Changes, resulting in high-quality Yuan Qi, his cultivation level was still relatively low. This battle drained nearly sixty percent of his Yuan Qi. Fortunately, he had enough spirit pills to replenish it; otherwise, managing the subsequent situation would be difficult.
"This Blood Corpse, indeed crafted personally by the Blood Poison Demonic General, is a fearso creature. The Blood Corpse cannot compare to it at all. If not for my grand montum having improved and the fourth level of the Shocking Thunder Saber Technique being integrated, even knowing its weakness, victory would have been hard to achieve."
Scanning the surroundings, Luo Feng felt a surge of emotions.
The surrounding kiloter space had already been ravaged by the aftermath of the fierce battle. The ground was full of collapsed cracks and large scorched pits corroded by the Blood Corpse’s flesh and blood. The terrifying power and vitality of the Blood Corpse moved him.
However, what surprised him more was the Martial Artist from Dayang City engaged in battle nearby.
"Single-handedly slaying two Blood Corpses!"
"The lowest level Blood Corpse has power equivalent to a seventh-level Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Yet he is only at the peak of the sixth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, how did he beco this strong?"
"Truly astounding, I bet at this year’s New Dragon Ranking Conference, Luo Feng’s ranking will definitely not be low! He can’t miss the top forty."
"The top forty might be an understatent; I think he could break into the top thirty."
Witnessing firsthand the terror of the Blood Corpse, the martial artists watching were all dumbstruck, their faces filled with disbelief as they saw Luo Feng single-handedly slay two Blood Corpses.
The steward of Dayang Mansion, saved by Luo Feng, looked at him from afar, wearing a bitter smile.
Just now, he couldn’t withstand even a punch from the Blood Corpse, let alone challenge two alone. The most frustrating part was that Luo Feng was only at the peak of the sixth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, his cultivation lower than his.
As an experienced Martial Artist in the Spiritual Rotation Realm, he noticed sothing peculiar; Luo Feng’s deanor before and after the battle seed like two different people, indicating a breakthrough during the fight.
"With a heart as calm as water, seeking victory in desperation, this young man’s determination and comprehension are top-notch, a genius without a doubt. He will surely beco a dominant figure in the future, no wonder the lady holds him in high regard. Having him around is indeed a blessing for our Dayang Mansion! Fighting alongside him and exterminating the Demon Sect evildoers is a great honor."
The strength of Luo Feng filled the middle-aged Martial Artist with boiling passion, letting out a long howl. His Yuan Qi surged as he flew towards the gathering Blood Corpses, his leg gang sweeping like powerful waves, crushing them with overwhelming force.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
With the Blood Corpses slain by Luo Feng, the other martial artists’ montum skyrocketed, their fighting prowess elevated, with the battle cries shaking the heavens.
Luo Feng paid no attention to the surrounding chatter. After consuming the pills, he glanced around and saw Yang Wanyi’s figure, stepping on the ground and darting forward.
In the open space, Yang Wanyi hovered as if weightless, her Yuan Qi manifesting as a golden fla robe, burning with clusters of golden flas, transforming her eyes. Her delicate hands pressed emptily in the air, sending out streams of red fire blades, roaring towards the Blood Corpse like a storm.
Roars and howls...
Centered around the Blood Corpse, a hundred-ter space turned into a sea of fire in an instant, with screams of agony echoing from within.
Boom!
Suddenly, the sea of fire shattered, and a blood-red light shot up into the sky, swiftly charging towards Yang Wanyi.
Yang Wanyi furrowed her Daii, bringing together her index and ring fingers, pointing out.
"Gold Fla Sky Sword!"
Buzzz!
Golden fla soared into the sky, forming a giant golden sword.
The golden sword, the size of a house and tens of ters long, tore through the air with sparkling sword shadow, accurately striking the Blood Corpse’s neck area.
Clang!
The sound of gold and iron clashing echoed like a hamr hitting a mountain, deafening. The Blood Corpse’s rising body was sent flying back at a rapid speed, crashing heavily to the ground.
The golden sword didn’t vanish but pressed firmly against the Blood Corpse’s neck, continuously vibrating as the Blood Corpse howled and struggled to rise from the ground.
Yang Wanyi’s expression remained frosty, a flash of cold light glinted in her autumn-water-like eyes: "Explode!"
Rumble!
A thunderous explosion rocked the earth with tremors, dust flying into the sky, forming a small mushroom cloud, and a large crater spanning several tens of ters appeared out of nowhere.
"I wonder how Luo Feng is doing..."
Yang Wanyi pursed her red lips, intending to turn around and leave.
Suddenly...
A dark bloody Qi column broke through the dust, shooting directly towards her.
Yang Wanyi’s Daii twitched, her figure flickering rapidly as she narrowly evaded the range of the bloody Qi column’s impact.
Watching the Blood Corpse rising from the ground, Yang Wanyi clenched her teeth, her alluring face showing a trace of anger.
One Blood Corpse was already so troubleso; she feared that if dragged out for too long, even with Luo Feng’s high Qinggong realm, he might struggle to defend. She imdiately pushed her Yuan Qi to the extre.
"Tianluo Great Thousand Fla!"
With a cold shout, the golden fla robe on Yang Wanyi’s body ignited violently, and streams of fire blade Qi force rained down like locusts, forming a massive fire blade tornado, sweeping out.
"Gold Fla Mitian!"
After one move, Yang Wanyi didn’t pause, casually throwing a palm. A giant fla suddenly appeared, rging into the fire blade storm, with overwhelming power, striking the Blood Corpse.
Ssss...
The sharp sound of slicing rang out, with steel-like chunks of flesh flying, the Blood Corpse stood amidst the fiery explosion, staggering but never collapsing, a layer of blood light on its surface extinguishing the approaching fire blades.
Bang!
With a bent knee, the Blood Corpse broke through the fire blade storm, opening its mouth to emit a series of shrill howls as it charged towards Yang Wanyi.
Yang Wanyi frowned slightly, her breath a bit quickened, her nostrils slightly flaring. The continual use of large-scale attack techniques had drained her significantly. What frustrated her the most was that such attacks were still unable to annihilate the Blood Corpse.
"I refuse to believe I can’t slay you!"
With a blaze of fiery light, Yang Wanyi’s montum surged again, a scorching aura spreading out like the scorching sun in sumr, burning everything.
"Attack three inches above its abdon, that’s its weak point."
As Yang Wanyi was about to make a move, a faint voice reached her ears.
Her bright eyes flickered slightly. Yang Wanyi’s gaze locked onto the spot three inches above the Blood Corpse’s abdon, and she pointed a finger.
Swoosh!
Golden light filled the sky, a massive golden beam whistling out.
Swoosh!
The sound of paper being cut resounded, and the massive golden sword directly pierced through the Blood Corpse’s abdon.
Seizing the opportunity, Yang Wanyi lightly shook her delicate wrist.
"Explode!"
Rumble!
The massive golden sword exploded, a crimson fla burst within the Blood Corpse, spewing flas from every orifice.
Whoosh...
Burning flesh fell from the sky, scattering all over the ground.
Seeing the battle settled, Yang Wanyi’s form unfolded, landing on the ground, beads of scented sweat glistening on her forehead.
Luo Feng approached with a smile and said, "Waner, your Daluo Golden Fla Skill has grown stronger again."
Yang Wanyi curled her rosy lips into a smirk, her gaze fixing on Luo Feng with so surprise, "My husband, what are you doing here? And those two Blood Corpses?"
Luo Feng rubbed his nose and replied, "Those two Blood Corpses weren’t that difficult. I was lucky enough to kill them."
"You killed them both?"
Yang Wanyi was montarily stunned. Though those two were the weakest among the four Blood Corpses, they were still Blood Corpses. Ordinary Martial Artists at the initial stages of the seventh level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm wouldn’t stand a chance. Yet, within such a short ti, both were slain by Luo Feng.
Suppressing her aura, Yang Wanyi sighed helplessly, "I was thinking of lending you a hand, but it turns out you helped instead."
Luo Feng said nothing about killing the Blood Corpse, glancing sideways, he remarked:
"For soone of your strength, slaying that Blood Corpse shouldn’t have been this hard. Look..."
Following Luo Feng’s pointed direction, Yang Wanyi froze for a mont.
The Blood Corpse’s head lay there, still enveloped in burning flesh, yet its neck was clearly marked with crisscrossing slash marks, nearly decapitated entirely. Earlier, in too much of a hurry, she’d missed noticing this.
"It was my first ti seeing a Blood Corpse, so I was scared and overlooked it. My husband has helped greatly; this young woman has nothing to offer in return, it seems I can only offer myself..."
Yang Wanyi looked at Luo Feng with a playful smile, her charming face tinged with a light blush, appearing even more captivating under the sun.
Luo Feng gave a bitter smile. Every ti he talked with Yang Wanyi, he found himself at a disadvantage. Of course, he wouldn’t believe that Yang Wanyi was truly afraid of the Blood Corpse; otherwise, she wouldn’t be the Fire Proud Sun of Linglong Hall’s Shuang Jiaoyang.
Rumbling...
At this mont, continuous explosions echoed from another direction, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"That must be Lin Hongyi; her opponent is the strongest among the four Blood Corpses. Let’s go and see," Luo Feng said upon hearing the sound.
"Alright."
Yang Wanyi nodded, and the two figures flashed in the direction of the loud noise.
When they arrived, Luo Feng realized he was overly worried.
In the middle of a large clearing, Lin Hongyi’s entire body glowed with tangible golden light, her montum overwhelmingly domineering, like a thousand-foot perilous peak, ready to suppress all creation, unstoppable.
The Blood Corpse opposite her had its facial features recessed inward, its body grotesquely twisted, barely able to stand.
"Such terrifying power."
Seeing the disfigured Blood Corpse, Luo Feng involuntarily gasped.
The Blood Corpse’s defensive and recuperative abilities were formidable, yet it had ended up in such a miserable state, indicating how intense the previous battle must have been.
"Break!"
Unwilling to engage further, Lin Hongyi’s figure flashed in front of the Blood Corpse, delivering a punch to its body.
Bang!
The Blood Corpse’s body was sent retreating, its chest burst open, its entire right arm exploded, yet it continued to emit frantic howls, struggling to rise from the ground.
"Mountain Splitting Style!"
Lin Hongyi gave it no chance to rise, her leg slicing out, a golden mountain shadow following her movent, pressing down.
Rumble!
With a loud boom, the ground sank, and the Blood Corpse was crushed into a pile of flesh.
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