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"Are you done playing?" Xu Feng suddenly asked Liu Chengmin, looking at him.
Liu Chengmin was still moving around, trying to find an opening against Xu Feng. Seeing Xu Feng speak, he thought it was the right moment and raised his hand to unleash his only Medium-Grade Talisman, immediately following up with a swift strike of his blade.
Xu Feng suddenly flashed away, retreating twenty meters. This speed might be considered average for someone at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, but to those at the Mid Stage of Nascent Soul, it was incredibly fast. The Medium-Grade Talisman missed its target and struck the ground where Xu Feng had originally stood, creating a large pit about three to four meters wide.
"Oh no." Liu Chengmin felt a blur before his eyes as Xu Feng completely vanished. Then, in another blink, Xu Feng reappeared, and he felt a sharp pain. Looking down, he saw his intestines, liver, and stomach spilling out from his torn abdomen.
Instinctively, Liu Chengmin reached out to catch them but found that they had already ruptured, with dark yellow substances sticking to his hands... Then he seemed to smell a foul odor, or perhaps he smelled nothing at all.
With one slash, Liu Chengmin fell to the ground and died.
Consort Zhu Lin erupted in cheers; even the Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help but applaud Xu Feng. If they had acted themselves, they might not have achieved such a decisive victory.
The cultivators from Purple Cloud Sect remained indifferent; on the contrary, they saw hope in Liu Chengmin's death for killing Xu Feng.
As soon as Liu Chengmin fell, another person jumped out without hesitation. Mimicking Lin Fangxin from years ago, he unleashed a flurry of Treasure Talismans—of course, all were Low-Grade Talismans. Each cost over a hundred thousand; this person launched eight at once, clearly willing to spend big for a single strike.
Low-Grade Talismans had little effect on Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivators but were enough to injure someone at Mid Stage of Nascent Soul. If Xu Feng got hurt, capturing him would be easy.
Xu Feng did not dare let his guard down; he held up his Blackstone Shield and jumped around like a monkey. Four of the eight Zhang Bao struck the Blackstone Shield; two flew past his feet, one was deflected by the Blazing Blade, and finally, one successfully hit Xu Feng in the chest.
The attacker was overjoyed; seeing Xu Feng clutching his chest tightly indicated that he must have sustained internal injuries and that his spiritual energy flow was obstructed—truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could not be missed.
The attacker charged forward with his sword raised, ready to claim Xu Feng's head. Xu Feng lifted his shield defensively; the Blazing Blade thrust out from beneath the shield and pierced through the attacker's body.
"You... you aren't already... treasure... armor..." Unfortunately, his voice was too faint for anyone but Xu Feng to hear.
Bang! That person's body was also kicked away, and the magical artifact along with the Spatial Ring was returned intact to the Purple Cloud Sect.
In the crowd of Feizhu Courtyard, Lin Yuxuan said, "Senior Brother, I didn't expect Xu Feng to be so remarkable. Why don't we let him come down first? He has already won two matches in a row, so there's no need for him to compete further. We can say a few good words in front of Master and have him join us under Consort Zhu Lin."
Fang Youxin replied, "Junior Sister, he came to seek guidance from Master, and his arrival seems too coincidental. It might have been arranged by Master intentionally. Master probably has already accepted him as a disciple but just hasn't informed us."
Lin Yuxuan thought about it and agreed; with such good talent, how could Master miss out on him? If she knew that Xu Feng had a useless Five Elements Spiritual Root, she wouldn't know how to feel.
However, Xu Feng's Five Elements Spiritual Root was mutated, evolving directly from a coarse ordinary root into a Spiritual Root. It had a solid foundation and wide Meridian, and with the Control Vein Technique specializing in one aspect, it had surpassed Dual Spiritual Roots, being only second to Single Spiritual Roots as a "Pseudo Single Spiritual Root."
Qiao Li watched expressionlessly from the side of Consort Zhu Lin; Xu Feng's consecutive kills seemed to have nothing to do with him.
The strength of the Purple Cloud Sect's cultivators was now evident. Even though Xu Feng had killed two people effortlessly, it did not intimidate them. One by one, they were eager to try their luck and their fighting spirit remained undiminished.
"Wow!" Another person jumped out; he was at the Nascent Soul Early Stage and wanted to create a miracle himself. As long as he killed Xu Feng, he would become a dark horse for the Purple Cloud Sect.
It sounded good in theory, but...
Xu Feng's killing intent slowly surged as he took the initiative to pounce forward. With swift movements, he unleashed five strikes in quick succession. The guy didn't even have time to react before being cleaved into six pieces.
Blood sprayed out, staining his black clothes red as a terrifying aura of murder spread around.
"Who dares come!" Xu Feng shouted like a Killer God.
However, this Killer God was still somewhat inexperienced; immediately four or five voices responded to him.
"I!"
"I!"
"I!"
"I!"
"I!"
"Alright!" Xu Feng, although filled with killing intent, had not yet lost his mind. "Everyone, don't rush; come up one by one." He wasn't at the level of fighting five opponents at once.
One by one, he killed them. The Purple Cloud Sect cultivators surprisingly obeyed, indeed coming up one after another. Xu Feng did not disappoint, killing them all, and within ten strikes, none were spared.
Yang Wei watched as his subordinates fell one by one under Xu Feng's blade and couldn't help but say, "A mere Late Golden Core Cultivator has managed to kill eight of my men. Is he made of iron? How can he not be tired after so long?"
Yang She rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "He's not you..."
Fang Youxin saw Xu Feng kill eight people in a row, all of whom were Yuan Ying Cultivators, and felt great joy. Not wanting Xu Feng to take any more risks, he called out loudly, "Xu Feng, come back! Let Consort Zhu Lin handle the rest."
After Xu Feng killed eight enemies, Consort Zhu Lin had suffered losses on the Late Stage of Nascent Soul side but regained her footing in the battle at the Mid Stage of Nascent Soul. Xu Feng was like a shot of adrenaline, bringing new life to the listless Consort Zhu Lin.
Covered in blood, Xu Feng turned to leave when a Skinny Old Man from the Purple Cloud Sect flew out, insisting on fighting Xu Feng. It seemed he was nearing his end and wanted to gain something from Xu Feng. Seeing that the old man only had the strength of Nascent Soul Early Stage, Xu Feng said, "You should back off; I don't want to kill an idiot."
"Haha, are you out of strength? I knew there would be a time when you would tire. What’s wrong? Want to run? Hahaha," the Skinny Old Man cackled.
"Unaware of the danger!" Xu Feng said no more, swinging his blade forward. What could have been a quick kill turned into a drawn-out affair. A minute equals sixty seconds, and to 'kill by the minute' means... Xu Feng unleashed a flurry of attacks, landing a total of sixty strikes on the Skinny Old Man.
Strangely, the old man was still alive, hoarsely pleading, "Hurry, put me out of my misery." He was in pain, terrified, begging Xu Feng for a swift end.
Xu Feng's Blazing Blade was covered in blood, some still fresh and congealed on the blade. With a flash of the blade, he sliced through the Skinny Old Man's carotid artery, blood gushing forth like a fountain. Xu Feng intercepted the spray with his blade, washing away the coagulated blood. He held the blade upright, and the last drop of blood fell from the tip, splattering on the ground and forming a blood flower.
With that final drop of blood, the life of the Skinny Old Man came to an end.
Blood for blood!
This time, the members of the Purple Cloud Sect were truly frightened; even those Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators who had been chattering incessantly fell silent. It was too brutal.
Consort Zhu Lin was also stunned by Xu Feng's bloody display. Thank you. This guy is one of us.
"Impudent! I will kill you!" A red-haired Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator could no longer contain himself. Ignoring any agreements or face-saving measures, he charged forward, sword light flashing as he aimed to strike Xu Feng.
Seeing this, Consort Zhu Lin immediately prepared to intervene but was stopped by Fang Youxin.
"Senior Brother, if you don't save him now, it will be too late."
"Don't worry; I will save him. I just want to see what cards he has up his sleeve," Fang Youxin replied calmly.
Xu Feng had already turned around and noticed the fierce approach of the red-haired cultivator. He quickly leaped aside. The strength of a Late Stage cultivator was significantly greater than that of a Mid Stage one; as soon as Xu Feng jumped away, a sword mark appeared on the ground where he had just stood.
The Red-Haired Cultivator saw that Xu Feng had dodged his attack and said, "You do have some skill. However, you will still die today." With that, he lunged forward again.
Qiao Li still did not express anything, and the people from the Purple Cloud Sect pretended not to see.
The Red-Haired Cultivator struck out with a sword, surprised that Consort Zhu Lin did not come out to help. Regardless, he thought it best to kill this person first; a Golden Core Stage cultivator this strong would be a threat if left alive.
Xu Feng dodged ten zhang away, pointing his knife at the Red-Haired Cultivator, saying, "You want to join in on the fun? Fine, how many people do you plan to bring to kill me?"
The Red-Haired Cultivator angrily replied, "I can kill you by myself; I don't need anyone else. How could I die? You will be the one who dies."
Xu Feng was waiting for this response. Dealing with just one opponent, he didn't even need the Gale Sword Formation to avoid defeat. However, two Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivators would be a different story. Xu Feng provoked him with his words to prevent other late-stage cultivators from joining in.
The Red-Haired Cultivator knew that Xu Feng was trying to provoke him, but due to his own confidence, he did not believe that Xu Feng, with only Late Stage of Golden Core cultivation, could escape from his hands as a Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivator. Thus, he used words to deter others from intervening.
If he couldn't handle Xu Feng, he would truly have no face to meet anyone.
The Red-Haired Cultivator lunged again, and Xu Feng dared not confront him directly. The Red-Haired Cultivator was also using a Superior Magical Artifact and had stronger spiritual power than Xu Feng. As Xu Feng dodged a sword strike, his Blazing Blade suddenly vanished, replaced by a Water Elemental Wind Blade. At the same time, his spiritual power changed as well, making him appear more feminine.
"What’s going on? How does he have another top-tier Treasure Blade? Just how many does he possess?"
"This is impossible! He’s actually using a Water Element cultivation method; just moments ago, he was clearly radiating Fire Element One Star spiritual energy."
"I can’t believe he has cultivated both Fire and Water cultivation methods to Late Stage of Golden Core; this is incredible."
"No wonder his spiritual energy is so continuous; it turns out he practices dual elements."
Both sides of cultivators could not help but discuss among themselves. While there were dual-element cultivators, those who could reach above Golden Core were extremely rare. Xu Feng was undoubtedly a prodigy.
Fang Youxin nodded, thinking to herself, "As expected."
Qiao Li finally took another look at Xu Feng, her gaze revealing some fluctuations.
The Red-Haired Cultivator's expression grew serious. He hadn't expected this person to be a Fire cultivator, and coincidentally, his abilities countered my Fire Elemental Power. Although he was one realm stronger than me, the conflict with Fire would still diminish his strength significantly.
"Hmph!" The Red-Haired Cultivator snorted coldly, his treasured sword enveloped in a faint flame as it swept toward Xu Feng. He had enough power to defeat Xu Feng's Water-Linked Wind Blade; even if he broke it apart, it wouldn't change the outcome.
"Heart."
As the Red-Haired Cultivator launched his attack, he heard someone call out. At first, he thought it was someone from Consort Zhu Lin's side warning Xu Feng, but then he realized it was the voice of a fellow disciple from the Purple Cloud Sect.
In that moment of hesitation, two Medium Quality Swords silently pierced toward him from both sides.
The Red-Haired Cultivator reacted quickly, rolling on the ground in a rather ungraceful manner, but fortunately managed to evade the attack. When he looked up, he saw two middle-aged men with serious expressions.
They were none other than the two Puppets, Ultraman No. 1 and Ultraman No. 2, which Xu Feng had purchased not long ago.
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