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Knowing the opening time of It Mountain Temple, Xu Feng no longer hurried on his way. Even if he walked leisurely, he could easily reach It Mountain Temple in two hours. Of course, if one were to truly stroll around here, it would be tantamount to seeking death.
There were four obvious paths surrounding It Mountain Temple, winding from the outer medicinal herb area to the inner hall. Xu Feng quickly found the main road heading due north and proceeded along it with a parallel route about two hundred meters apart. Occasionally, there were people moving along the main road, but no one dared to linger there for too long.
Xu Feng was not the only one choosing a path to hurry along; he soon encountered a group of people. Four disciples from Wan Jian Sect had fortuitously gathered together and were currently surrounding two disciples from Guiyi Sect, making it four against two, which gave them a significant advantage. This was not a place for reason; if you found yourself alone and surrounded, you could only consider yourself unlucky.
Xu Feng did not recognize these individuals. Wan Jian Sect and Guiyi Sect had been eliminated early on Wuhua Island, and Xu Feng had been too busy with the competition to have any deep impressions of the cultivators he had only met once.
One disciple from Wan Jian Sect spotted Xu Feng about ten zhang away and shouted, "This is none of your business; if you know what's good for you, just walk away." With four against two, victory was assured, and adding Xu Feng into the mix could introduce uncertainties.
Fearing that Xu Feng would leave, one of the Guiyi Sect members hurriedly said, "Yan Daoyou, I recognize you. With your strength, we can definitely win against them three against four. All the spoils will belong to you." Although Xu Feng did not know them, they recognized him as a member of the Final Four.
The prospect of receiving the four people's possessions was indeed an attractive offer; anyone else might have been tempted.
"You all can play; I'm just passing by," Xu Feng said as he patted his backside and prepared to leave but did not walk far.
The four individuals felt a surge of anger at Xu Feng's demeanor. How dare he let them fight to near death while he tried to swoop in for an easy pick? The four from Wan Jian Sect glared at Xu Feng, thinking that after they dealt with the Guiyi Sect members, they would take care of him next. They believed they could easily handle him alone after defeating their current opponents.
The Guiyi Sect member who had spoken earlier looked desperate and panicked, while another remained calm and seemed unconcerned about the four attackers.
"Kill!" The four from Wan Jian Sect attacked simultaneously with their swords.
"Ah!" The Guiyi Sect cultivator who had spoken earlier took several strikes and quickly fell to the ground, pierced through the chest by dual swords—dead beyond recovery. The other remained composed, effortlessly dodging Wan Jian Sect's attacks.
Xu Feng watched in astonishment; judging by the Calm Monk's footwork, it would not be easy for the four from Wan Jian Sect to kill him. The monk clearly could have saved his fellow disciple but chose to ignore him entirely, as if the death of his companion had nothing to do with him—and indeed it did not since he was not the one killing him.
After taking down one person, the expressions of the four Wan Jian Sect cultivators turned serious. They realized that this individual was different from ordinary opponents and was certainly not someone they could easily defeat.
Seeing that the four had become cautious, the Calm Monk smiled and said, "What is there to fear? It's just death anyway; my sword is quick enough that it won't hurt too much." After saying this, his sword lunged forward in a counterattack against all four.
With a series of clangs! The four retreated repeatedly, backing up ten steps in total.
The first fell on the second step; by the fourth step, the second fell; by the sixth step, the third fell; and by the tenth step, all four lay on the ground—each with a sword through their throats, lifeless.
Xu Feng stood ten zhang away in shock. The four from Wan Jian Sect were all Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators. To kill four opponents in an instant was something even Hua Du might struggle to achieve. It was truly hard to believe that this person had not made it into the top four at the Immortal Path Conference.
The Calm Monk of the Guiyi Sect shook the blood off his sword and glanced sideways at Xu Feng, saying, "Why aren't you running yet? If you run, I can chase you. I enjoy the thrill of the hunt."
In his hand was a Superior Spirit Sword! Even Hua Du only used a Medium-Grade Spirit Sword, yet this nameless individual wielded a Superior Spirit Sword!
Killing four people with one strike, along with possessing a Superior Spirit Sword—if such conditions appeared at the Immortal Path Conference, not making it into the top four would be utterly ridiculous; even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it, and perhaps a two-year-old might.
The reason was still unknown, but one thing was certain: this person had concealed his strength at the Immortal Path Conference.
"If I run, will you not chase me?" Xu Feng asked cautiously as he drew the Surging Phoenix Sword he had just purchased.
"Good sword! It seems you're not as weak as I imagined. Very well," the Calm Monk praised. "But I will still pursue you; I don't think you'll run." In his eyes, Xu Feng had always been one of the weak.
In a distance of ten zhang, the Calm Monk crossed it in a single step while Xu Feng swiftly struck out with his sword.
"Fire Dragon in the Field!"
Boom! The two clashed swords and each retreated five steps.
This was Xu Feng's full-powered strike, without holding back, with double strength enhancement and the might of the Superior Spirit Sword. The opponent genuinely received it without losing ground; Xu Feng began to doubt whether the Surging Phoenix Sword was a subpar product.
The Calm Monk was also surprised; he hadn't expected Xu Feng to withstand his full-powered strike. "Not bad, let's go again."
The Calm Monk's sword shadow danced as he no longer exerted all his strength. One sword instantly transformed into ten swords, stabbing forward at incredible speed. Xu Feng saw through the opponent's sword path and braced himself for a counterattack.
This time it was a battle of speed. Xu Feng's modified Azure Dragon Thirteen Swords, which he took pride in, couldn't gain any advantage in this exchange. The two swords crossed paths, each taking turns attacking and defending. The sounds of their Superior Spirit Swords resonated in the sky, echoing far and wide.
The sound of the Superior Spirit Sword was particularly alluring to Foundation Establishment Practitioners; it was easily distinguishable upon hearing. The wind picked up, and people were already rushing toward this direction.
Suddenly, the Calm Monk withdrew his sword and stepped back, looking around. "I didn't expect you to conceal your strength as well. If you're wise, find a place to hide and wait for three hours before making your escape; otherwise, it would be too unfortunate if you died." Without waiting for Xu Feng's response, he turned and leaped away, quickly disappearing into the forest.
Xu Feng understood that he didn't want others to see his strength and couldn't take him down immediately, so he could only retreat for now.
Seeing that there was still some time left, Xu Feng quickly collected the storage bags from the five people on the ground and hurriedly left at a swift pace.
Soon, five members of the Star River Sword Sect arrived. The ability to gather five people at once was already a significant force. The Star River Sword Sect did not make it into the Final Four, and with only ten members in total, this group represented half of their strength.
The group examined the corpses on the ground, and soon one person said, "Damn it, the storage bags have been taken. Fortunately, there are still a few swords and some armor; at least we didn't come for nothing." They divided the spoils among themselves.
One person poked at the wounds on a corpse and remarked, "What a fast sword!" This person was Yi Jiuzhou, who wielded a heavy sword and was a member of the Star River Sword Sect. If he hadn't been defeated by Xu Feng, he might have had a chance to enter the Final Four.
The others were not concerned about such matters. After gathering valuable items, one person said, "Yi Jiuzhou, as the sect leader, if you take things from other sects, they won't count as yours unless you can individually seize five storage bags. From the sixth one onward, you can start counting them as yours."
Yi Jiuzhou seemed to have some agreement with Lu Xianhe, the sect leader of the Star River Sword Sect. He replied coolly, "This is a life-and-death battlefield. While you covet others' belongings, they are thinking about your life."
The man was taken aback by Yi Jiuzhou's response and retorted angrily, "As long as we stay together as five, who can take our lives? Hmph, I want to see who has that capability."
"You should first take a look around here; those four dead on the ground are not any weaker than you."
"I've seen them. I'm not stronger than them, but I'm definitely more handsome..."
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