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"Swish!" Yiyun Daozhang blocked with the Buddhist dust, but the Willow Leaf Blade sliced through effortlessly, severing three thousand strands of troubles.
Yiyun Daozhang felt a chill in his chest as half of his body slipped out of his sight. Xu Feng slashed diagonally, cleaving Yiyun Daozhang from his left shoulder to his right waist.
Yiyun Daozhang's upper body fell to the ground while his lower half remained in place. With one leg shattered, Yiyun Daozhang was instantly divided into three pieces by Xu Feng.
Yiyun Daozhang raised his hand, pointing at Xu Feng as if trying to say something, but no words came out. His insides spilled onto the ground, a mix of white and red, blood diffusing into the air and mercilessly irritating Huo Yin Yue's nose.
Seeing Yiyun Daozhang's tragic death, Huo Yin Yue lost all courage to fight back and let out a ghostly scream as she darted toward the cave entrance.
Xu Feng was not in a hurry; he took Yiyun Daozhang's Yuan Ying and ring before leisurely following her. It was pitiful that Yiyun Daozhang had exhausted all his wits and schemes only to meet a tragic end, becoming Xu Feng's meal.
Huo Yin Yue stopped at the cave entrance, where Ultraman stood motionless, holding the Mora Staff like the Grim Reaper's scythe, exuding an aura of death.
"Even if you want to leave, you should at least say goodbye," Xu Feng said with a stern expression as he stepped out, looking quite angry.
Huo Yin Yue's legs trembled violently as she forced a smile that looked worse than crying. "You won't make things difficult for me; we can be friends. I didn't help Yiyun Daozhang; I haven't done anything against you..."
"That's because you didn't have the chance," Xu Feng cut her off with a single sentence.
Although Huo Yin Yue was at a higher realm than Xu Feng, she felt like a frightened junior. Despite having a Superior Magical Artifact in hand, she dared not act, just like Fourth Young Master Xiao Hun, who was rendered helpless by Xu Feng's bloody methods.
"I can give you anything you want," Huo Yin Yue said, revealing her last resort as her mercury-colored robe slipped off her shoulder, exposing assets that could drive any man wild.
Xu Feng could hardly contain himself; a flicker of flame passed through his eyes as he approached Huo Yin Yue, greedily scanning her jade-like body. His fingers brushed against her smooth forehead, glided over her delicate cheek, and landed on her tender neck.
Huo Yin Yue moaned softly, "You... you're really a bad person..."
"Yes." Xu Feng replied, suddenly exerting force in his hands and snapping Huo Yin Yue's neck.
Huo Yin Yue woke from a spring dream, only to fall completely into a nightmare from which she could never awaken; her body was finished.
Xu Feng extracted her Yuan Ying and said, "You thought you could confuse me with illusions? Unfortunately, you are mistaken. My illusions are no worse than yours." Xu Feng chuckled eerily as the Outsider's Demonic Melody invaded Huo Yin Yue's Yuan Ying.
"You are of the demon race..." Huo Yin Yue's eyes went blank as she sank into endless sleep.
Xu Feng collected Huo Yin Yue's flying knife and Spatial Ring, sealed her Yuan Ying, and crushed the spirit stone given by Sun Changshou. Sure enough, the formation set at the cave entrance revealed a passage. Xu Feng lightly leaped and flew out of the cave.
As for the Giant Spirit Water Ape, let it go. If it could be killed, it would have been long ago. I am not even a hundred years old and do not wish to seek death. The Giant Spirit Water Ape has lived here for hundreds of years; there have been at least eighty or a hundred who wanted to kill it, yet it still survives. Xu Feng dared not take such an unreliable risk and decisively gave up.
Having wiped out three Yuan Ying Cultivators and obtained a Superior Magical Artifact, this trip was worth it.
"Stop!"
Just as Xu Feng flew out of the cave and had taken a few steps, he was called back by a voice.
Turning around, he saw a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator who looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. The cultivator wore a common blue robe typical of Modern Clerks, had a fair complexion, and appeared to be in his twenties. If his age was accurate, reaching Nascent Soul Early Stage at such a young age was indeed rare.
Behind the Blue-Clad Youth stood a White-Bearded Elder, who appeared calm and indifferent. The Blue-Clad Youth showed great respect toward him.
The Blue-Clad Youth called out to Xu Feng, saying, "You don't need to be afraid. I am here to hunt the Giant Spirit Water Ape. You just came out from inside and can provide me with information about the situation."
Hunt the Giant Spirit Water Ape? Just based on you? Xu Feng almost wanted to pour cold water on him but sensed that the White-Bearded Elder was extremely powerful and far beyond his capability to contend with. He replied, "Senior, the terrain inside is complex with many secret caves; it might not be easy to find it."
Xu Feng had just killed three Yuan Ying Cultivators and was in a hurry to refine their essence. He didn't want to waste words with the Blue-Clad Youth and intended to leave. However, the youth wouldn't let him go and said, "Since you came out from there, why not lead me a bit further? Once I kill the Water Ape, I'll give you a thousand spirit stones." To him, a thousand spirit stones was already a generous offer for Xu Feng.
But to Xu Feng, who had recently come into wealth, a thousand spirit stones felt like mere pocket change. He replied, "I don't need a thousand spirit stones. The Giant Spirit Water Ape is indeed in the cave, but I can't find it either. If you really want to kill it, you'll have to spend your own time searching for it."
Seeing Xu Feng about to leave, the Blue-Clad Youth shouted, "This young master asked you to lead the way, so just do it without all this nonsense. Do you believe…"
The White-Bearded Elder interrupted, saying, "Seven Young Masters, do not be rude. Since this friend is unwilling, let him go."
Seven Young Masters? Could he be one of Xiaoyao Sect's Seven Young Masters? No wonder he looked familiar; he bore some resemblance to Fourth Young Master Xiao Hun, which gave Xu Feng a sense of déjà vu.
Xiaoyao Sect was currently fighting against Pingyang Valley; how did this Seven Young Master end up so far away? It seemed he was here for reconnaissance. The elder behind him was powerful, possessing Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, clearly serving as the Seven Young Masters' bodyguard.
Fourth Young Master held a special status; if he were to die, all core disciples of Xiaoyao Sect would surely know. The White-Bearded Elder was experienced and didn't want to complicate matters by offending Xu Feng. This wasn't Xiaoyao Sect's territory; with mountains high and the emperor far away, who knew what kind of power Xu Feng had backing him? It was best not to offend him if possible.
However, the Seven Young Masters had a childish temperament and stubbornness. Ignoring everything else, he pointed at Xu Feng and declared, "A mere Golden Core Stage cultivator dares to confront me! Do you know who I am? I am Xiao Fei of Xiaoyao Sect's Seven Young Masters! Don't blame me for using my power against you; I'll give you one chance. If you can take one of my sword strikes, I'll let you go. If not… well, don't blame me then." The implication was clear: if he couldn't take it, he'd be cut down.
What a domineering Seven Young Master!
Before Xu Feng could respond, Xiao Fei raised his sword and lunged forward. The sword light was overwhelming; it was a Superior Magical Artifact. Xiaoyao Sect truly had deep pockets—every disciple seemed to have one. The White-Bearded Elder felt slightly displeased but couldn't stop him; after all, he was the master here. If he listened to you, it was out of respect; if he didn't listen, what could you do? Bite him?
A Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator wielding a Superior Magical Artifact could easily contend with someone at Mid Stage of Nascent Soul. Against a Golden Core Cultivator like Xu Feng, it meant only one thing: death!
Xu Feng didn't want to die. Although he knew that a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator wasn't his match anymore, under the threat of the Superior Magical Artifact, he couldn't afford to be careless. With the White-Bearded Elder watching closely, Xu Feng dared not use his Blazing Blade and instead drew out a broad sword that had been left at the entrance. He put all his strength into it while simultaneously using footwork techniques to quickly retreat.
With a sharp sound, Xu Feng's broad sword was severed by Xiao Fei's strike. The residual force sent Xu Feng flying over ten yards. If it weren't for the protection of Lingxi Armor, that strike would have cost Xu Feng his life.
Seven Young Masters struck with his sword, feeling a surge of confidence as he declared, "Consider yourself lucky. Get as far away as you can and don't let me see you again." He laughed heartily.
"Hey?" White-Bearded Elder looked at the half of the broad sword in Xu Feng's hand and suddenly shouted, "Who are you? Where did you get that broad sword?"
Uh-oh, Xu Feng suddenly remembered that he had bought this broad sword from Hong Feng in Pingyang Valley, who had stolen it from Xiaoyao Sect. While others might not care, it would be trouble if someone from Xiaoyao Sect saw it. Sure enough, White-Bearded Elder recognized it immediately; it was a coincidence that the previous owner had once sought his guidance.
Seven Young Masters didn't know the sword's origin, but seeing White-Bearded Elder getting angry, they joined in, shouting, "Quick, where did this sword come from? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!"
Without thinking, Xu Feng confidently replied, "I bought this sword; I don't know its origin."
"That's a lie!" White-Bearded Elder retorted. "This sword belongs to my Xiaoyao Sect. It was lost during a battle in Pingyang Valley. Even if you didn't kill its owner yourself, you're definitely involved. Hmph! Today, I will avenge its owner."
White-Bearded Elder, known as Guo Ruomin, was a Red-Clad Elder of Xiaoyao Sect, with cultivation at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. Xu Feng didn't expect him to turn hostile so quickly despite his seemingly friendly demeanor.
The excitement surged among Seven Young Masters, who relished fighting. Without waiting for the elder to speak further, one of them charged forward with his sword drawn.
Xu Feng's expression darkened; damn it, he couldn't keep a low profile even if he wanted to. Don't bully me; I'm not afraid of you!
Feigning panic, Xu Feng stumbled backward across the river surface. As Seven Young Masters approached, he suddenly leaped up. The Blazing Blade stirred up a massive wave and struck towards Xiao Fei like a thunderbolt.
The trajectory of this strike was precisely calculated and brushed past Xiao Fei's treasured sword. With his attack already initiated, there was no way for him to defend himself. As the blade came down towards his armpit, he closed his eyes in despair and thought: it's over.
"Heart!" White-Bearded Elder Guo Ruomin didn't expect Xu Feng to launch such a sudden and powerful attack. It was too late to save him; he punched out from a distance, sending Xiao Fei flying back a yard.
Though Xiao Fei was saved from certain death by Guo Ruomin, the strike from Xu Feng still cut into his chest and injured his lungs. He collapsed onto the surface of the Donao River, rendered powerless to continue fighting.
This time, having narrowly escaped death, if he survives, his personality might change as a result. He has always been fond of martial arts, and among the practitioners of the Xiao Yao Qi Gong Zi, he is the most talented, achieving the Yuan Ying stage the fastest. His overall strength is second only to Young Master Xiao Duan, yet he was the first to be eliminated in the competition due to his lack of stability and restraint.
"Looking for death!" Guo Ruomin roared in anger. Someone had been injured under his watch among the Seven Young Masters, and now he had lost face. If Seven Gong were to suffer serious injuries and not recover, his own head might be at stake.
Guo Ruomin's hand flashed with light as he drew a high-quality sword. Having reached the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, both his strength and wealth had ascended to a new level; superior magical artifacts were no longer rare for him.
Xu Feng's body tensed up, a surge of killing intent radiating from him, looking as if he was ready to risk everything.
This was his first confrontation with a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. Such a dangerous situation was something he would have avoided at all costs before; now, however, it was no longer about just breaking a leg—it was about his life. He had no choice but to fight.
A Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivator could easily crush Ultraman with a single slap. Xu Feng, being only at the Late Stage of Golden Core, was incredibly weak by comparison—his life could be extinguished in an instant.
Guo Ruomin had already made his move. Swish! Swish! Two swords flew through the air, slicing through the surface of the Donao River and creating two deep channels that revealed confused fish and crabs.
At the ends of these channels stood Ultraman on one side and Xu Feng on the other.
The river wind was strong, carrying a scent of blood...
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