In this place where true qi circulation was suppressed, it was simply the perfect location to eliminate Lin Ruo. Without wasting any words, Chu Feng directly raised the longsword in his hand.
At this moment, even Chu Feng himself didn’t realize that he had once again comprehended Sword Intent.
Chu Feng thrust his sword toward Lin Ruo, aiming straight for his heart meridian.
Facing this move, Lin Ruo was caught off guard. He hadn’t expected Chu Feng to have comprehended Sword Intent. Even he himself had only grasped its superficial layer.
Chu Feng stomped heavily, and in an instant, his figure closed the distance to Lin Ruo.
He discovered that after the circulation of that strand of Profound Yellow gas, both his meridians and physical constitution had improved significantly.
Gripping Little Bai tightly, Chu Feng was determined to finish Lin Ruo with one strike.
Seeing such a swift sword, Lin Ruo was shocked. Just now, Chu Feng’s movement seemed to accelerate once more. But in this place where true qi was nearly unusable, how was Chu Feng able to do it?
Lin Ruo swung his trident, enduring the pain from his damaged rear, and stepped back with his right foot, then powered his waist.
Chu Feng saw Lin Ruo strike back, but instead of dodging—
Clang—
The clash between the longsword and the trident produced a deep resonant sound, like the tolling of a large bell.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two figures separated. Chu Feng retreated three or four steps, while Lin Ruo staggered back nearly ten steps.
There’s hope!
Seeing this, Chu Feng was delighted. In today’s duel, he had the upper hand!
Strike while he’s weak!
Chu Feng once again stomped forward heavily. This time, instead of thrusting, he swept his sword in a horizontal slash.
Lin Ruo halted his movement, a flash of pain crossing his face, though he quickly suppressed it.
This slash of Chu Feng’s even produced a ringing sword cry. Little Bai’s blade emitted a white glow, and with explosive speed, the white light slashed through the air like a white dragon, surging toward Lin Ruo, carrying with it pure Sword Intent.
Lin Ruo saw the strike coming. He could see it, yes, but by the time he raised his trident, it would be too late. His head would likely be separated from his body by then.
Facing the oncoming strike, a flicker of dazed disbelief flashed through Lin Ruo’s eyes, as though he were witnessing a scene from a past life.
The always arrogant and confident Lin Ruo, for the first time, felt a wave of panic. Even his arms trembled slightly.
Seeing that Lin Ruo showed no sign of counterattacking, Chu Feng unleashed his full power, boosting his speed to the limit and slashing toward Lin Ruo’s neck.
He understood. So long as this sword strike landed, Lin Ruo would surely fall by his hand.
However, in the next moment, something happened that Chu Feng could hardly believe: the scene of Lin Ruo’s head being severed did not occur.
On the contrary, Lin Ruo’s eyes suddenly changed, revealing a sense of age that sent a chill through Chu Feng’s heart, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar.
Then, Lin Ruo moved instantly. One hand reached out and directly grabbed the blade.
What the hell?!
Chu Feng was shocked at first, then gripped Little Bai tightly. His delicate face turned red with exertion, and even his eyes were bloodshot.
No matter what, today he was going to sever Lin Ruo’s head!
“Heh… Not bad, kid. To comprehend such pure Sword Intent at your age. Yruly impressive.”
“Lin Ruo” spoke slowly, but it wasn’t his original voice. It was an old, raspy one.
Hearing that voice, Chu Feng’s eyes widened.
Could it be… the legendary technique: “Spirit Possession by a Ghost?”
Holy crap….Lin Ruo actually had an old grandpa spirit with him!
“Hyah!”
Chu Feng let out a battle cry. This time, he clenched his left fist and smashed it toward Lin Ruo’s chest.
Thud!
The impact sounded like hitting a steel plate. It was a deep, heavy noise.
So hard!
Boom!
Lin Ruo struck back with a palm, blasting Chu Feng away.
“Ah!”
At that moment, a miserable scream rang out. Hu Wan had been run clean through by Liu Xueyao, making him experience what it truly meant to feel a chill deep to the bone in the blazing summer heat.
“Puah!”
On the other side, Chen Yuanzi had his neck twisted by Liu Shijing. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his tall body collapsed straight to the ground.
“Husband.”
Liu Xueyao rushed over to Chu Feng. Seeing him sent flying, she hurried to check his injuries.
“Cough, cough… Sister Saintess, I’m fine.”
Chu Feng coughed a few times, clutching his chest. As expected of the old grandpa spirit. If his body hadn’t been strengthened, that palm strike would’ve been nearly impossible to withstand.
But now the situation was three against one. The advantage is ours!
Liu Xueyao’s beautiful eyes were filled with icy coldness, her killing intent locked onto Lin Ruo.
“Lin Ruo” looked at Chu Feng, who was clutching his chest as a faint dark purple color appeared on his skin. The corners of his lips curled up as he said, “Rather than dealing with this old man, you’d better check on that boy first.”
As he finished speaking, Chu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Pu—cough, cough! What’s going on?!”
Chu Feng felt a cold, sinister force surging from deep within his body, stirring up his meridians, and a wave of pain struck him in an instant.
Seeing Chu Feng vomit blood, Liu Xueyao’s icy serene eyes were filled with panic.
“Husband!”
With a swift motion, Liu Xueyao’s slender hand tore open Chu Feng’s shirt, revealing his chest.
There on Chu Feng’s chest was a deep purple handprint, radiating a chilling, sinister aura.
“This is…..the Nine Yin Ghost Hand! What is your relationship with the Ghost Nether Venerable?!”
Liu Shijing instantly recognized the technique Chu Feng had been struck with.
It was identical to the one used by the demonic cultivator who once threw the cultivation world into chaos.
That demonic cultivator eventually lost all sanity to his cultivation, killing even fellow demon cultivators without hesitation.
A thousand years ago, many sect leaders, holy masters, and the ancestors of powerful factions had to join forces along with a few demonic cultivators to bring him down.
And the Nine Yin Ghost Hand was precisely the Ghost Nether Venerable’s signature technique.
“Heh… Rather than worry about that, you’d better focus on the boy.”
The Ghost Nether Venerable was glad he had left a trace of ghostly energy inside Lin Ruo’s body.
Even without using true qi, he could still unleash it. This Chu Feng was simply too dangerous. Not only had he obtained the Five-Colored Stone, but his talent was extraordinary.
At such a young age, he had already comprehended such pure Sword Intent. Given time, he would definitely become a future threat. It was best to eliminate him early.
“Damn it, what is this thing…!”
Chu Feng gritted his teeth. The icy sinister force inside his body was constantly eroding his meridians, making it impossible to circulate his true qi. He had no way to stop the cold energy from spreading.
What’s more, that cold force was moving toward his spiritual root. If this continued… things would turn disastrous.
While Liu Xueyao and Liu Shijing had all their attention on Chu Feng, “Lin Ruo” took out a smoke bomb and threw it in all directions.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thick smoke instantly filled the area.
Seeing that something was wrong, Liu Shijing was about to give chase, but then heard Liu Xueyao call out from behind, “Husband!” She turned around and saw Chu Feng collapse into Liu Xueyao’s arms.
“You little brat!”
Liu Shijing quickly ran over to Chu Feng’s side and placed two fingers on his wrist. Her delicate brows furrowed…..it was chaotic. His pulse was in disarray.
“Auntie…”
Liu Xueyao looked at Liu Shijing, her cool and beautiful eyes brimming with tears.
It was the first time Liu Shijing had ever seen her Xueyao like this with tear-filled eyes and such a fragile expression. Anyone who saw her like this would feel their heart soften.
“Xueyao, let’s leave this place first. Then we’ll head straight back to the Yaochi Holy Land. The Holy Master will definitely have a way.”
Among the techniques cultivated by the Holy Master of Yaochi Holy Land, one was the renowned “Withered Wood Rebirth Technique” famous throughout the cultivation world. It was said that as long as a person still had one breath left, they would not die.
Of course, it only kept that one breath going. Whether they survived in the end depended on fate.
“Mhmm.”
Liu Xueyao sniffled, holding Chu Feng tightly in her arms.
Then she and Liu Shijing left the place at top speed.
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