CHAPTER 119: CHAPTER 119: DEAD END_1

Qin Feiyang’s eyes blazed. "No time to dawdle, hurry up!" he snapped.

"Oh!" Feng Ling’er responded instinctively, reaching out to grab Blue Snow. Only after grasping Blue Snow did she fully register the situation. This bastard actually dared to yell at her? Moreover, for that brief instant, had she really been scared?

Seeing the woman was on the verge of erupting, Qin Feiyang grabbed her arm, and in the blink of an eye, they were outside.

"Huh!" Feng Ling’er exclaimed in bewildered amazement. This was simply too incredible, wasn’t it?

"You little beast, die!"

Lin Chen, who had been scanning his surroundings, spotted the two of them and immediately lunged at Qin Feiyang.

Feng Ling’er’s expression chilled. "Lin Chen," she said coldly, "I’m giving you one last chance. Escape with us now, and I’ll consider everything that happened before as if it never occurred!"

"Women sure are talkative!" Qin Feiyang grumbled, swiftly taking a step back.

Lin Chen paid her no heed, continuing his charge towards Qin Feiyang, his face contorted with savagery!

"Utterly obstinate!"

"Savage Elephant Fist!"

Feng Ling’er roared, stepping in front of Qin Feiyang. Her elegant hand shot out, fingers clenched, and she unleashed a powerful punch, faintly carrying the roar of a Savage Elephant!

The Savage Elephant Fist was also an Impeccable Martial Arts Technique!

"You damned couple, neither of you will leave today!"

"Return to Origin Palm!"

Lin Chen, his eyes glinting murderously as he gnashed his teeth, unleashed the Return to Origin Palm with astonishing force, aiming for Feng Ling’er.

BOOM!!

As fist and palm met, a ferocious gale erupted.

Both of them shuddered, staggering back several steps.

The white bones beneath their feet kept shattering with crisp cracks.

"The Return to Origin Palm is also an Impeccable Martial Arts Technique. It seems their strengths are quite comparable," Qin Feiyang muttered.

Back in Iron Bull Town, Lin Baili had also used the Return to Origin Palm. So, he understood it to some extent.

"You cheap bitch, do you insist on opposing me?" Lin Chen roared.

CLANG!

With a wave of his hand, a three-foot-long, sharp sword materialized from thin air, glinting with a terrifyingly keen edge.

"The woman I can’t have, no one else can! Die!"

His face was dark and sinister. True Qi surged from his hand, and the sword gleamed. With a piercing shriek, he slashed at Feng Ling’er!

"Autumn Light Sword!" Feng Ling’er gasped.

She had seen this sword more than once; its sharp blade was capable of tearing through the defenses of any Martial Ancestor. Lin Chen was renowned as a leading figure among Yan City’s younger generation. This was not only due to his status as an Alchemist but also because of the Autumn Light Sword he wielded, a blade so sharp it could sever a falling hair and cut through iron like mud! Countless formidable opponents had fallen to this sword in the past!

The Autumn Light Sword slashed towards her viciously, its keen edge radiating a bone-chilling aura. Panicked, she swung Blue Snow to meet it!

CLANG!

Amidst a shower of sparks, the Autumn Light Sword that had so dismayed her was instantly severed by Blue Snow!

"How is that possible?" Lin Chen froze on the spot, dumbfounded.

Feng Ling’er was also stunned. Looking at the broken sword in Lin Chen’s hand, she was filled with utter disbelief!

It actually broke! This dagger... it wasn’t just for show! To be sharp enough to sever the Autumn Light Sword... such incredible sharpness was truly unheard of!

In an instant, her confidence soared. Seizing the opportunity while Lin Chen was still dazed, she stepped forward and plunged Blue Snow into Lin Chen’s right chest.

SPURT! In that instant, blood gushed out like a fountain!

Lin Chen couldn’t help but shriek in pain.

However, Qin Feiyang frowned. The heart is usually on the left side of the chest. Just now, Feng Ling’er could have stabbed him directly in the heart, ending his life. But instead, she plunged Blue Snow into Lin Chen’s right chest, only seriously wounding him. He refused to believe Feng Ling’er would miss. She must have done it intentionally, wanting to give Lin Chen a chance to live.

"Let’s go!" Feng Ling’er pulled out Blue Snow, turned to grab Qin Feiyang, and ran towards the stone wall.

"Aren’t you afraid of setting a tiger free only for it to return and cause harm?" Qin Feiyang frowned.

Without turning her head, Feng Ling’er said, "He’s just deluded for the moment. Once we escape, we’ll inform the Lin family to come and save him."

Such misplaced kindness! Qin Feiyang forcibly broke free, snatched Blue Snow, and spun around to rush towards Lin Chen, a frigid glint in his eyes!

BOOM!

But just then, a terrifying pressure descended.

Zuo An descended from the sky, a thumb-thick iron chain in his grasp. The other end of the chain bound Ling Yunfei and the others tightly, rendering them immobile.

Zuo An looked down at Qin Feiyang, a demonic grin spreading across his face as he sneered, "If you dare touch him, I’ll slaughter them all!"

Qin Feiyang’s gaze darkened. He halted, looking up at Ling Yunfei and the others, frowning. "You knew Eagle Claw Peak was strange. Why didn’t you just flee immediately?"

"We tried to run, but he was too fast. We couldn’t get away."

"Brother Jian, what on earth is going on?"

"Why did a demon suddenly appear?"

Fatty and the others were panic-stricken.

Qin Feiyang’s expression was grim. He glanced down at Lin Chen, who was sprawled to the side.

WHOOSH!

He shot forward decisively! Blue Snow flashed with a cold light!

However, Zuo An moved like lightning, appearing before Lin Chen in the blink of an eye. A savage grin plastered on his face, his gaunt hand transformed into an eagle’s talon and clawed at Qin Feiyang!

Damn it! Qin Feiyang cursed inwardly, quickly retreating. He grabbed Feng Ling’er, preparing to enter the Ancient Castle.

"If you dare to hide again, I’ll kill him first!" Zuo An snarled, stepping on Fatty’s face, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Brother Jian, I have parents and children to support! I can’t die! You have to save me!" Fatty shrieked in terror.

"You’re not even married, where would you get children from?" Ling Yunfei’s face darkened. He snapped, "Show some backbone, like a man! What’s so scary about death?"

He looked at Qin Feiyang, a faint smile on his face. "I have no other wishes. I only hope that after I die, you’ll help take care of my mother."

Then, he looked up at Zuo An and roared, "Old Bastard, bring it on! If I so much as frown, I’ll be your grandson!"

"Now that’s more like a man." Feng Ling’er nodded. She looked down at Lin Chen and said sharply, "Did you see that? He’s only fifteen or sixteen, and he just became a Disciple of the Martial King Palace. But he has courage, he has conviction. He’s dozens, even hundreds, of times stronger than you. Aren’t you ashamed?"

Lin Chen sneered, "Dignity? Conviction? That’s all bullshit! Nothing is more important than being alive! Master, hurry and kill one! If you don’t show them you’re serious, they’ll never learn their lesson!"

"Makes sense." Zuo An chuckled darkly. He pointed a finger, and a bolt of Battle Intent shot out, plunging into Chen Ying’s forehead!

AH!

With a bloodcurdling scream, she died on the spot! A thumb-sized, bloody hole had appeared on her forehead, blood streaming from it!

Fatty and Lu Hong were so terrified their souls nearly fled their bodies.

Even on Xu Jian’s usually stoic face, there was a look of horror.

Only Ling Yunfei stared coldly at Zuo An, without a trace of fear or panic.

"Jian Haotian, is it? Hand over the Netherworld Demon Flame now, or he’s next!" Zuo An pointed at Xu Jian, his aged eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Feng Ling’er, deeply distressed, looked helplessly at Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang glanced at Xu Jian, then looked up at Zuo An. "It’s not too late to stop. Otherwise, once this affair blows up, your death will be certain!"

"Trying to scare me?" Zuo An sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"Don’t think you can act unscrupulously just because you’re an Eight-star War Emperor!"

"This world is vast, and there’s always someone stronger. If Yan Province can’t handle you, there’s still the State Office!"

"If the State Office isn’t enough, there’s always the Imperial Capital!"

"Tell me, no matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the people in the Imperial Capital? Stronger than the Emperor of the Great Qin Empire?"

"In this era, Imperial authority is paramount! How could it tolerate you stirring up such trouble?" Qin Feiyang thundered, his voice stern.

Zuo An’s pupils constricted. If this matter truly escalated, there would be no need for experts from the Imperial Capital. The powerhouses from the State Office alone would be enough to crush him. But as long as he silenced all these people, there would be no repercussions.

A murderous glint flickered deep within Zuo An’s aged eyes as he said, "How about this: as long as you return the Netherworld Demon Flame to me, I’ll not only let you all go but also stop refining the Bloodfiend Pill from now on. What do you say?"

Qin Feiyang shook his head. "No one would believe your words. How about this: you accompany us to Yan City and turn yourself in. Once I see the Yan King, I’ll give you the Netherworld Demon Flame."

"KEKEKE..." Zuo An began to cackle. "Kid, you’re clever, but clever people often die young. Unfortunately for you, you’ve exhausted my patience."

Hardly had he spoken when, with a flick of his finger, a streak of Battle Intent shot out and pierced Xu Jian’s forehead. Xu Jian died on the spot!

However, Qin Feiyang merely smiled and said, "Go on, kill them. I don’t know them very well anyway. Oh, right, that Lu Hong is actually an enemy of mine. Hurry up and kill her, so I don’t have to look at her annoying face."

"Jian Haotian, we’re fellow disciples, after all! How can you be so heartless?" Lu Hong’s face changed as she retorted sharply.

"When you all were trying to harm me, I didn’t see any of you showing concern for our shared discipleship!" Qin Feiyang sneered. He looked at Zuo An and said, "Old Bastard, I’ll be blunt. I won’t give you the Netherworld Demon Flame. As for them, kill them if you please!"

With that, he took Feng Ling’er and entered the Ancient Castle.

"Brother Jian, you can’t abandon me!" Fatty wailed in despair.

Zuo An was taken aback for a moment, then whirled to face Lin Chen, demanding furiously, "Didn’t you say they were close to Jian Haotian?"

"Well..." Lin Chen was also somewhat bewildered.

"How ridiculous!" Ling Yunfei shook his head mockingly. "We’ve only known Jian Haotian for less than three months. Besides, relationships are often based on mutual benefit. Why would he give up the Netherworld Demon Flame to save us?"

Zuo An’s face darkened, and he seemed somewhat at a loss.

Inside the Ancient Castle.

Feng Ling’er gazed at the Netherworld Demon Flame and suddenly said, "Jian Haotian, why don’t we just give this alchemic flame to him?"

Qin Feiyang replied, "Do you think he’ll let us go if we return the alchemic flame?"

Feng Ling’er said, "But didn’t he just say so?"

Qin Feiyang frowned. "Where are your eyes? Can’t you see he’s just trying to appease us? The moment we actually give it to him, he’ll kill us all without a second thought to silence us."

Feng Ling’er, uncharacteristically, did not lose her temper. She looked at Qin Feiyang helplessly and asked, "Then what should we do now? We can’t just watch them die, can we?"

"Don’t worry, that Old Bastard is also at a complete loss right now."

"As long as we don’t show ourselves, he won’t dare kill Ling Yunfei, Fatty, and Lu Hong."

"Because if he kills them, he’ll have no leverage left to threaten us."

"The most pressing matter now is to find a way to contact the outside world."

"Alas, for now, only those influential figures in Yan City can save us," Qin Feiyang sighed.

But the problem was, with Zuo An guarding outside, how could they possibly contact anyone? This was a complete dead end!