CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 423: BLOOD CHAOS SKY SPEAR TECHNIQUE

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The Silver Sword Dart shot out, its fierce Qi Force colliding dozens of times in mid-air with the precious sword in Yao Qing’s hand.

Yao Qing’s swordsmanship was formidable, but the gap in their cultivation was too vast. Her Sword Gang shattered repeatedly, and the immense force transmitted through her sword’s hilt knocked her backward.

CLANG!

The Silver Sword Dart clashed heavily against the blade once more. The precious sword flew from Yao Qing’s grasp, embedding itself in a wall dozens of meters away.

Liu Zixuan gave a cruel, cold sneer. He spread his left hand, reaching for Yao Qing’s shoulder.

Earlier, seeing that the others had made no progress besieging Luo Feng, Liu Zixuan worried that if the matter dragged on, the events at Yixian Cliff would be exposed. Therefore, he decided to launch a sneak attack on Yao Qing to force Luo Feng’s hand.

Yao Qing looked at the approaching Liu Zixuan, her face showing a faint trace of fear, but mostly consumed by hatred.

The man before her was her father’s killer!

Gritting her teeth, Yao Qing quietly gathered her Yuan Qi, preparing for a desperate struggle!

WHOOSH!

Just as Liu Zixuan thought he had succeeded, a slight breeze suddenly stirred the air. A figure appeared before Yao Qing.

"Sorry, she can’t go with you."

Luo Feng stood beside Yao Qing, his gaze cold as he looked at Liu Zixuan. His casual tone, however, carried a chillingly intense murderous intent.

Liu Zixuan’s expression changed dramatically. He never expected Luo Feng to appear so suddenly.

Not only Liu Zixuan, but everyone else was also caught off guard.

No one present had seen how Luo Feng moved.

Looking at Luo Feng, Liu Zixuan realized his sneak attack had failed. He cursed inwardly and, with a quick tap of his foot, attempted to retreat.

"Since you’ve launched a sneak attack, why the hurry to leave?" Luo Feng cast a cold gaze at Liu Zixuan, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

Meeting Luo Feng’s icy, merciless gaze, Liu Zixuan felt a chill pierce his heart. He immediately circulated his Yuan Qi, quickening his retreat.

Luo Feng shook his head. With a tap of his foot on the ground, he shot forward, his speed several times greater than Liu Zixuan’s!

"You!" Liu Zixuan’s face turned pale with fright. He knew Luo Feng possessed impressive Qinggong skills, but he had never imagined them to be this formidable. No wonder Luo Feng had been able to save Yao Qing just in time.

"Third Brother, be careful!" The distant Black Wind Wolf was also stunned by the sudden turn of events. He hadn’t expected Liu Zixuan to launch a sneak attack, nor had he anticipated the young man’s Qinggong to be so profound that he could intervene at such a critical moment. He bellowed a warning.

"Too late!" Luo Feng sneered coldly. He accelerated further, his clothes fluttering in the wind as his sharp aura surged skyward. He then threw a punch.

BOOM!

A sound like a heavy hammer striking a mountain echoed. The entire plaza seemed to vibrate violently under this punch; his domineering momentum was unstoppable.

Liu Zixuan’s face changed dramatically. The punch had not yet reached him, but the ferocious aura was already causing his pores to prickle with pain. He was horrified. How can this kid be so strong!

The shocking thought flashed through his mind. Liu Zixuan knew that with his Qinggong, he absolutely couldn’t dodge this punch! He gritted his teeth, preparing to meet the blow head-on.

Desperately circulating the Yuan Qi within his body, Liu Zixuan’s aura surged to its peak, his entire frame trembling.

RIIIP!

A ripping sound was heard, and a dozen cold flashes shot out from under Liu Zixuan’s clothes. Each cold flash was a Silver Sword Dart.

"Change of Wind and Cloud!" Liu Zixuan roared. The surrounding airflow churned violently. The dozen or so Silver Sword Darts, like silver dragons, shot towards Luo Feng from all directions with piercing shrieks, their movements agile yet sharp, and exceedingly bizarre.

On the brink of life and death, Liu Zixuan’s strike surpassed his usual limits. The dozen Silver Sword Darts actually manifested an intent realm of shifting winds and clouds. Their cold, brilliant light was dazzling, a blur of reality and illusion, making them impossible to track.

Seeing this, Yao Qing clenched her fists tightly, her pretty face etched with extreme tension.

The power of a single Silver Sword Dart had previously been enough to overwhelm her. Now, Liu Zixuan was using his full strength. Even from such a distance, the incredibly sharp and dangerous Qi Force still made her palms grow cold, and she couldn’t help but worry for Luo Feng.

Enveloped by the Silver Sword Darts, Luo Feng’s expression remained as tranquil as an ancient well, yet the aura around him grew increasingly sharp.

"Tyrant Flame Return Wind Fist!"

With a low shout, Luo Feng seemed to transform into a raging inferno. His domineering and ferocious aura appeared powerful enough to shatter the very space before him.

BOOM!

A thunderous sound erupted. Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, the sky full of silver light instantly shattered, and the dozen or so Silver Sword Darts were reduced to fragments.

The fiery whirlwind, its power undiminished, slammed viciously into Liu Zixuan.

SPURT!

His Protective Gang Energy shattered instantly. Liu Zixuan spurted blood as he was flung backward, crashing into the ground and gouging out a deep pit.

"You!" Liu Zixuan struggled to push himself up, his eyes fixed on Luo Feng, filled with terror.

He had believed that by exerting his full strength, he could easily withstand the opponent’s attack. However, the reality was far beyond his expectations.

"Second-in-command!" The men from Black Wind Camp rushed over to help Liu Zixuan up. When their gazes fell upon Luo Feng again, their eyes were filled with profound fear.

Liu Zixuan, a cultivator at the late stage of the Nine Heavenly Court Realm, defeated with just one punch!

That punch left everyone with a lingering sense of dread.

"Feng Luo, are you alright?" Yao Qing walked to Luo Feng’s side. Her beautiful eyes swept over the barely conscious Liu Zixuan before she asked with concern.

Luo Feng shook his head and smiled, "I’m fine."

Hearing this, Yao Qing looked deeply at Luo Feng, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a peculiar light, seemingly lost in thought.

SWOOSH!

As they spoke, a crimson beam of Qi Force suddenly shot towards them from the air. Its power was incredibly condensed and incomparably sharp. Even from a distance, Luo Feng felt the space around him begin to distort, as if it might boil and collapse at any moment.

Frowning slightly, Luo Feng swiftly pulled Yao Qing by her slender waist. With a tap of his foot, his figure fluttered away.

BOOM!

A fierce flame shot up into the sky, exploding in the spot they had just stood, leaving a three-meter-deep crater in the ground.

Setting Yao Qing down, Luo Feng’s gaze turned towards the attacker. He sneered, "Chief of Black Wind Camp, so you finally couldn’t resist making a move?"

Several paces away, Black Wind Wolf stood solemnly, long spear in hand. He glanced at Liu Zixuan beside him. "Second Brother, are you alright?"

Liu Zixuan’s face was pale. Although the medicinal pill he had taken temporarily suppressed his injuries, Luo Feng’s punch had broken four of his ribs and caused severe internal injuries. It would be difficult for him to recover without a month or two of recuperation, and it was even possible that his strength could decline because of this.

Glancing at Luo Feng, Liu Zixuan’s eyes glinted venomously. He said to Black Wind Wolf, "Big Brother, you must avenge me! Dice this damn brat into a thousand pieces!"

Black Wind Wolf nodded. He had a few Black Wind Camp Martial Artists attend to Liu Zixuan, then raised his head to look at Luo Feng, his expression filled with venomous hatred.

He brandished his Three-pronged Ghost Head Spear and declared solemnly, "Today, you won’t leave Black Wind Camp alive!"

Luo Feng rubbed his nose, took a few steps forward, and said nonchalantly, "Who lives and who dies will only be known after we fight."

On hearing this, Black Wind Wolf’s face stiffened. It had been a long time since someone had dared to be so arrogant in front of him.

"Chief Yang, do you require my assistance?" Elder Cangxuan, standing quietly to the side, sized up Luo Feng with his turbid eyes before asking Black Wind Wolf.

Black Wind Wolf shook his head. "Dealing with this kid is more than enough for me alone! Elder Cangxuan, just stand aside and watch how I discipline this insolent brat!"

As the chief of a camp, he had been challenged on his own turf by a mere youth today. If he couldn’t personally eliminate the enemy, what face would he have left?

Elder Cangxuan nodded slightly. "Don’t be careless. This young man is not simple."

"Hmph, just a wet-behind-the-ears brat. No matter how skilled, he’s nothing more than a toothless tiger." Black Wind Wolf glared ominously at Luo Feng, his eyes filled with arrogance. With his peak Nine Heavenly Court Realm cultivation, he naturally didn’t take Luo Feng seriously.

Slowly raising his Three-pronged Ghost Head Spear, Black Wind Wolf’s Yuan Qi, fueled by intense killing intent, began to surge violently, his aura soaring.

Facing Black Wind Wolf, Luo Feng touched his nose and said lightly, "If you don’t team up with him, you’ll definitely regret it later."

"Arrogant! Die!" Black Wind Wolf roared in fury. He stomped his foot hard, and his burly figure, like a tiger leaping from a cliff, shot into the air, his Three-pronged Ghost Head Spear smashing down from above.

"Blood Chaos Wild Rotational Force!"

With a great roar, Black Wind Wolf seemed to merge with his spear. The spear tip erupted with a dazzling, blood-red radiance several meters long, resembling a ferocious venomous snake coiling downward, striking straight for Luo Feng’s head.

BOOM!

A violent sonic boom resounded. The airflow across the entire plaza was thrown into chaos by this spear strike. Under the pressure of the spear, the ground beneath Luo Feng’s feet began to crack.

Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly. This Black Wind Wolf was indeed formidable, not at all comparable to the likes of Liu Zixuan or Xu Tai.

"Tyrant Flame Return Wind Fist! Shatter!"

His expression unchanged, Luo Feng gathered his Yuan Qi. His right fist, carrying the power to shatter space itself, shot straight upward.

The crimson fist energy spun wildly, forming a colossal fiery tornado that swept outward, carrying with it scorching heat.

With a deafening BOOM, both the blood-red spear light and the crimson fist energy vanished without a trace. Only the violent shockwave remained, leaving everyone in the plaza utterly astounded.

"Hm?" Black Wind Wolf’s brow furrowed. His sharp eyes fixed on Luo Feng, a glint flashing within them.

He had intended to defeat his opponent in a single move to regain his lost face. He hadn’t expected his opponent’s strength to be so surprisingly formidable, actually matching him blow for blow!

"Kid, it seems I truly underestimated you. You are qualified to make me use my full strength." Black Wind Wolf squinted at Luo Feng, his gaze icy and filled with intense killing intent.

Luo Feng’s gaze was cold as he stated indifferently, "There are more things you haven’t anticipated yet to come."

Black Wind Wolf’s face stiffened. For him to say such words was, in his mind, a great honor for any ordinary person. He hadn’t expected the other party to be so unappreciative.

"Pushing your luck! Let’s see how you block this next strike!"

Black Wind Wolf decided to hold back no longer. He tossed his Three-pronged Ghost Head Spear high into the air.

"Blood Rain Shocks the Sky!"

WHOOM!

With a tremendous shout, Black Wind Wolf spread his hands. A torrent of blood-red light erupted from his body, connecting with the Three-pronged Ghost Head Spear in mid-air!

In an instant, the sky above the entire plaza was consumed by a dazzling, magnificent blood-red radiance!