Just as the Hidden Dragon Points Ranking competition began.
Deep within the Barbaric Realm, on a mountain peak several hundred miles from Heaven-Reaching Ridge.
Several figures stood, their gazes fixed on Heaven-Reaching Ridge.
"Elder, should we make our move now?"
The Yin Emperor’s voice was hoarse and grim. A sinister light danced in his eyes, eager for action, and his triangular eyes were filled with a cold cruelty.
A tall, imposing figure stood on the cliff’s edge.
"Be patient. It has only just begun. We cannot be hasty, or we will alert the Star Sect prematurely. Have our boys prepare. Seven days. The most opportune mont will be in seven days!"
"Yes!"
...
Ancient trees towered into the sky, their foliage lush and green. Dappled sunlight fell upon the ancient, silent, desolate forest. Venomous creatures lay dormant beneath a thick layer of withered yellow leaves on the ground, and unknown insects chirped strangely.
Suddenly, the Void rippled like the surface of calm water.
BANG!
A dark figure suddenly fell from the Void. With a thud, the figure landed on one knee, his face slightly pale. A blast of wind kicked up, sending withered leaves scattering.
Qin Feng raised his head, looking at the unfamiliar mountain forest.
It was deathly quiet all around. The air of the Barbaric Wilderness washed over him, thick with unfamiliar dangers.
Looking at the unopened flower bud in his palm, Qin Feng slowly clenched his fist, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
Suddenly, the Void twisted in the air above Qin Feng’s head.
A figure tumbled out of the emptiness, landing with a crash. He seed a little dizzy and shook his head.
Surprised, Qin Feng turned his head. His gaze fell upon the figure, his eyes narrowing slightly. ’This person looks a bit familiar, like I’ve seen him sowhere before.’
’This person seems to be one of Zhao Xuanng’s people. At the Martial God Training Ground, he was always following Zhao Xuanng. He must be one of her trusted confidants. What a small world for enemies!’
As this thought crossed his mind, Qin Feng started to laugh.
"It’s you, Qin Feng!" a loud shout ca from the figure opposite him.
He was a young man dressed as a Martial Artist, with a long face and a clever, cunning look. At this mont, his eyes were wide as he stared at the black-robed youth opposite him, his body trembling.
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, a deep, powerful laugh erupted from the young man’s mouth, eventually turning into a wild cackle. He pointed at Qin Feng and exclaid excitedly, "Talk about searching high and low only to find it when you least expect it! I never would have thought... It seems I, Du Huan, am destined to achieve sothing great today!"
"Qin Feng, your luck is just rotten. To run into , Du Huan, on the very first day..."
First Secret Realm of the Condensing Vein Realm!
’A guy like this runs into and doesn’t beg for rcy, yet he dares to be so arrogant?’
Qin Feng gave Du Huan a strange look and shook his head repeatedly. "Definitely crazy."
Du Huan was stunned by Qin Feng’s expression. The next mont, he was overco with rage. His face flushed red, then turned ashen as he trembled, pointing at Qin Feng with ragged breaths.
HUFF... HUFF...
As the number one fierce general under the Wolf King, Zhao Xuanng, Du Huan had his pride.
Among the geniuses of past generations, Du Huan’s reputation might not have been as great as that of the Wolf King Zhao Xuanng, the Tiger King Li Heihu, or the Ghost King Wu Ying, but Du Huan believed he was second to none.
In terms of strength, within the Five Elents Team, he was only slightly inferior to the Wolf King, the Tiger King, and the Leopard King.
Even within the Wolf King’s squad, he held a high and powerful position, one of the sub-captains second only to the Wolf King herself.
He was usually treated with respect by his master.
When had Du Huan ever been looked down upon like this!
Taking a shallow breath, a cold, harsh light flickered in his eyes. A chilling aura emanated from Du Huan’s body as he drew a longsword.
The longsword in Du Huan’s hand was rather peculiar. It was four feet and four inches long, thin as a cicada’s wing, and as narrow as a little finger. The blade was crystal clear and translucent. With a light flick, it let out a sharp, piercing whistle.
The sword’s body seed to flex and extend like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, sending a chill down one’s spine.
This sword emanated a strange, cold energy and was also coated in a chilling poison. Anyone struck by it would find their blood gradually freezing until they died.
Du Huan’s gaze, like that of a venomous snake, fell upon Qin Feng. "Qin Feng, I’ve heard your sword is fast. A pity, for my Ice Snake Sword is faster. You should be honored to die by my, Du Huan’s, sword!"
Qin Feng lifted his eyelids slightly and smiled. "Then I’ll just have to test your sword for myself!"
Taking a deep breath, Du Huan stared coldly at Qin Feng. "Then prepare to die!"
Du Huan’s figure moved in an instant, and he thrust his sword forward.
Du Huan’s sword was fast!
It was so fast that even one’s Sixth Sense couldn’t capture a trace of its shadow.
This was a kind of swordsmanship that could only be honed after assassinating countless experts.
He could always deliver a fatal blow, thrusting his sword from an unbelievable angle at an unbelievable ti.
With this strike alone, Du Huan lived up to his title as the number one fierce general under the Wolf King, Zhao Xuanng!
After the thrust, Du Huan appeared behind Qin Feng.
By the ti Qin Feng’s Sixth Sense detected Du Huan’s appearance behind him, it was already too late to react.
Qin Feng’s expression was calm; it was too late to draw his sword.
But Qin Feng had cultivated to a point where he no longer needed to draw his sword.
Qin Feng’s Sixth Sense was condensed to its absolute limit. In a flash, his Spiritual Mark rged with the Beiming Divine Water Sword.
CLANG!
The Beiming Divine Water Sword humd, and with a flash of sword light, it blocked the attack at his back.
"Flying Heaven with Sword!"
With a single thought, a cold light flew from its sheath, snaking toward Du Huan like a swimming serpent.
"The Fourth Realm of Sword Dao, Flying Heaven with Sword?"
Du Huan was stunned, but then he sneered. "Qin Feng, the Wolf King was right in her speculation. You’ve broken through to the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao. However, the Flying Heaven with Sword realm is not enough to bridge the gap between us!"
"I have a true Superior Martial Arts Foundation Establishnt and have comprehended a Sword Intent of speed at the Great Perfection level. Although you’ve entered the Flying Heaven with Sword realm, I can see that your own Sword Intent has not reached Perfection! That is your weakness!"
A cold slash of sword light tore through the air, knocking the Beiming Divine Water Sword away!
Wielding his sword, Du Huan lunged forward to kill once more. "This next strike will be your last!"
A chilling killing intent, faint yet tangible, locked onto Qin Feng. Du Huan’s figure lunged at extre speed; he was incredibly fast.
Qin Feng’s Sixth Sense couldn’t lock onto him at all.
This was extrely disadvantageous for Qin Feng, as he didn’t know if Du Huan’s next strike would target his chest or his back!
’Du Huan is right. Although I’ve mastered the Flying Heaven with Sword realm, my Tide Sword Intent has not reached Perfection. Without the support of a perfected Sword Intent, the Flying Heaven with Sword realm is just an empty shell. It might work against ordinary experts of the Condensing Vein Realm, but it pales in comparison when facing a true expert like Du Huan!’
’My cultivation ti has still been too short!’
Musing to himself, Qin Feng raised his head and looked straight into the ferocious killing intent pressing in on him from all sides. ’But even so, that doesn’t an I can’t kill you!’
Innate Divine Abilities, Ocean Control, activated in an instant.
Thirty feet away, Du Huan, who had been stealthily approaching Qin Feng, suddenly shuddered. His high-speed movent ca to an abrupt halt.
"What is this Divine Ability?"
A trace of terror appeared in Du Huan’s eyes, which reflected a terrifying flash of sword light. Gritting his teeth, Du Huan desperately used his True Power to suppress the rampant cold energy in his body and swung the Ice Snake Sword to block.
One hand grasped the Beiming Divine Water Sword. An unparalleled slash of sword light swept past. The Beiming Divine Water Sword sliced right through the Ice Snake Sword. SQUELCH! Its montum unabated, the sword light severed Du Huan’s neck. In utter disbelief, Du Huan’s Six Yang Leader shot into the air.
THUD! It flew several dozen feet before crashing to the ground!
Du Huan’s eyes were wide open, unable to rest in peace.
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