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"Don't you dare use that sword," the old monk suddenly said.
Qin Feng paused for a moment, wondering if the old man had lost his mind. "Should I just stand here and let you kill me?" he mocked.
The old monk nodded, as if that was the best course of action.
Qin Feng shook his head, his eyes turning cold. In an instant, he appeared beside the old monk, his long sword sweeping horizontally from his waist. However, Qin Feng frowned slightly; there was something off about this situation.
The old monk grinned ominously at Qin Feng. "You've fallen for it."
In an instant, the old monk vanished into thin air, swallowed by the mist.
Qin Feng's eyes transformed into serpentine slits. Just then, a thin, black claw lunged toward his back.
This move was aimed to pierce right through him.
"Be careful!" Nie Xiaoqian shouted in alarm, her face paling as she cried out in panic.
The claw collided with Qin Feng's back, producing a resounding clang of metal against metal. Not only did the old monk fail to injure Qin Feng, but he was also pushed back a few steps by the recoil.
"How is this possible? Your body..." The old monk stared at Qin Feng in shock. His claws could easily tear through the flesh of demons; how could they not breach Qin Feng's defenses?
"Are you human or demon?" the old monk had no choice but to ask.
Qin Feng's expression turned icy. He suddenly released the Killing Qi Sword, spun around, and with lightning speed grabbed the old monk's arm. His other hand formed a fist and struck hard against the old monk's abdomen.
The tremendous force bent the old monk into a bow shape, but Qin Feng held onto him tightly, preventing him from flying away.
"So you fell for it, huh? The illusion was quite impressive, wasn't it? A sneak attack, right?"
As Qin Feng spoke, his fists did not stop; he pounded relentlessly until a large hole was smashed into the old monk's chest.
Black blood oozed out, yet not a drop stained Qin Feng. Nie Rong and the others stared in disbelief; it was their first time witnessing such brutality from him.
Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but ask Wan'er Sister, "Does Brother Qin often act like this?"
Qin Wan'er recalled the time at Chen Yuanwai's house when her brother had also resorted to violence. However, she would never admit it and quickly replied, "Sister Xiaoqian, that's not true! My brother is cultured and easygoing; it's just that this monk provoked him."
Nie Xiaoqian nodded, "Yes, a sneak attack would indeed make anyone angry."
Qin Wan'er sighed in relief. The little fox shot a strange glance at Qin Wan'er, "Easygoing? Do you know how many demons he has killed?"
Nie Rong looked at Qin Feng in astonishment. He knew that Qin Feng could definitely handle this old monk, but he hadn't expected him to resort to fists. After all, Qin Feng had always presented himself as a gentleman in front of him.
"Stop! I admit defeat! I can tell you some secrets!" The old monk's eyes bulged as black blood dripped from his mouth.
Qin Feng paused for a moment, venting his frustrations and feeling much better inside. He casually tossed the monk to the ground and summoned the Killing Qi Sword into his hand.
Pointing the sword at the monk's forehead, he said calmly, "Then speak."
The old monk felt a sharp pain in his forehead even though the sword hadn’t touched him. Fear gripped him; he realized he hadn’t misjudged—this sword was formidable.
He swallowed hard, looking at Qin Feng with dread. "I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Actually, I’m also a person of the court; we’re colleagues! Just let me go!"
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