Chapter 152: The Sword Kills When It’s Drawn, A Headless Strike with One Sword!

"Xiao Feng, the situation looks grim. If a fight breaks out, seize the opportunity to escape. As long as the green hills last, there will still be firewood to burn! With your talent, you can definitely get into the Heavenly Position Academy! Go and cultivate at the Heavenly Position Academy, and when your cultivation is accomplished, come back and slay all these evil forces!"Duanmu Qingshan lowered his voice. He hadn’t expected things to develop to this extent and had made the worst-case plan.

Ling Feng simply smiled faintly and did not answer.

Escape? Why should he escape?

This was the perfect opportunity to test the power of the Leaving Fire Burning Sky!

With a sweep of his robe, Ling Feng grasped the Ten Directions Annihilation, took a step forward, stood tall and proud, and with a piercing gaze fixed on the Blood Night Four Fierce, he coldly shouted, "I don’t care if you are the Blood Night Four Fierce or the Blood Night Four Ghosts. Killing Lin Canglang was bad enough, but if anyone dares to touch so much as a flower or a blade of grass of the Asking Immortal Sect, I’ll show no mercy!"

His roar shook the heavens and echoed through the Nine Heavens!

Hearing Ling Feng’s earth-shattering roar, the Elders of the Asking Immortal Sect were initially overjoyed, then overcome with immense despair.

Ling Feng was indeed a formidable talent who could instantaneously slay Jing Wuxue at the Peak of Pulse Condensation Realm. However, the Pulse Condensation Realm and the Origin Transformation Realm were simply not on the same level of martial artists.

If only Ling Feng and Duanmu Qingshan were both at the Origin Transformation Realm, perhaps there might be a chance against the Blood Night Four Fierce. But after all, he was only at the Pulse Condensation Realm!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing this, the Blood Night Four Fierce, including their subordinates, burst into uproarious laughter.

A mere early-stage Pulse Condensation Realm youngster daring to spout such rhetoric, daring to tell higher realm fighters to show no mercy?

Ridiculous!

Absolutely the most laughable joke under the heavens!

Yang Wei, eager to fawn over Xue Hongyi, laughed heartily, "Ling Feng, who do you think you are to spout such madness before Boss Xue?"

"At least, not someone as lowly as you!" Ling Feng’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes flashing with disdain.

What he despised most was those utterly spineless individuals.

Xue Hongyi’s eyes slightly narrowed, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smirk, "Kid, what did you just say?"

"Are you all deaf?" Ling Feng’s gaze locked onto Xue Hongyi, confronted him squarely, and showed not a trace of fear.

"Good lad!" A cold glint flashed in Xue Hongyi’s eyes, "I always like those youngsters with a backbone. Just wait, once I capture you, I’ll use the most terrifying poison to torture you to death!"

"A joke? Are you, someone who is neither human nor ghost, worthy to do so?"

Ling Feng flicked his long sword, his voice cold, "I’ll say it once more; whoever dares to harm a single life from Asking Immortal Sect will not live to return!"

"Ling... Ling Feng!" Elder Yao trembled all over, gasping, and bellowed, "This is not the time to play hero, escape! Escape! As long as the green hills last, there will still be firewood to burn!"

"Ha ha ha, this old man speaks wisely." Xue Hongyi squinted his eyes at Ling Feng and coldly sneered, "Your talent isn’t bad, you indeed have potential. How about this—if you kneel and knock your head ten times to me and the more than ten brothers here, I might be pleased enough to spare your life."

"Endure humiliation, persevere in cultivation, perhaps in ten, twenty years, you might even have a chance to avenge the Asking Immortal Sect."

Xue Hongyi’s sinister laugh began, sounding like a demon from hell, his voice full of immense allure.

"Finished talking your nonsense?" Ling Feng’s eyes glinted coldly, "If you want to fight, then fight! What’s with all this nonsense!"

"You!" Xue Hongyi’s face went cold. He took pleasure in torturing captives, in the fun of slowly breaking their spirits, but Ling Feng had treated his words as nothing, irritating him greatly.

"Xiao Feng, no!" Duanmu Qingshan grabbed the Red Fire Golden Wind Sword, leapt next to Ling Feng, and pressing on his shoulder, shook his head, "Go back, leave this to your Master!"

"Master, trust me!" Ling Feng’s eyes flashed with resolve, his words ringing clear, "The Asking Immortal Sect, I will protect!"

"You..." Seeing the look in Ling Feng’s eyes, Duanmu Qingshan faltered.

The Asking Immortal Sect, I will protect!

What a resolve, what a spirit!

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Ling Feng stood proudly, his long sword sweeping through the air, as he bellowed to the skies, "Who will come first!"

"Boss, let me teach this ignorant brat a lesson!"

The burly man, gripping his long sword tightly, sneered as he spoke.

This man was one of the Blood Night Four Fierce, and although he was the weakest among them, he was a genuine Origin Transformation Realm powerhouse.

"Alright, leave him barely alive!" Xue Hongyi grimaced maliciously, "I want to see just how tough this kid’s bones really are!"

"Yes, Boss!" The burly man waved his long sword and chuckled, "Kid, falling into Luo Yan’s hands marks the beginning of your nightmare!"

"How dare such insignificant vermin spout such nonsense?"

Ling Feng lightly caressed the blade of the Ten Directions Annihilation and, with a flash in his eyes, said coldly, "Bring it on!"

"Seeking death!" A hideous look crossed Luo Yan’s face as he vibrated his long sword, slashing towards Ling Feng.

With this strike, he aimed to sever Ling Feng’s right hand to see how he would resist.

"Humph!" Ling Feng snorted lightly and executed the Carefree Sword Step, instantly reaching Luo Yan’s front. His long sword thrust forward, aiming straight for Luo Yan’s heart.

Luo Yan’s eyelids twitched wildly; after all, he was an Origin Transformation Realm powerhouse. His protective Primordial Qi vibrated, deflecting Ling Feng’s sword blade several inches away, narrowly avoiding Ling Feng’s strike.

"You little bastard!"

A flash of rage swept through Luo Yan’s eyes. Underestimating his opponent had almost cost him dearly, leaving him both shocked and furious.

A mere early-stage Qi Condensation kid to possess such swift movement technique!

"What rapid movement technique!" Xue Hongyi narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "It seems this kid hides many secrets that must be thoroughly interrogated one by one!"

"Good!"

Duanmu Qingshan, watching as Ling Feng managed to gain an upper hand against an Origin Transformation Realm powerhouse with a single sword strike, couldn’t help but cheer. He hadn’t expected his disciple to have mastered such remarkable skills.

"Stinking brat, I was merely caught off guard. This time, I’ll cut off a leg of yours and see how you move then!" Luo Yan growled angrily, his long sword thrummed with True Qi, creating a thick layer of Gang Qi, and he fiercely slashed towards Ling Feng.

"Hmph, this sword will be your end!"

Ling Feng’s gaze turned icy, and he took a deep breath, focusing on the sword in his hand, thinking to himself: Old friend, it’s up to you now!

Clang!

Ten Directions Annihilation swept across!

With one stroke, Ling Feng seemed to enter a mystical state, his mind aligned with the will of heaven and earth, as if he could perceive all the profound mysteries of the world.

Leaving Fire Burning Sky!

Ling Feng’s form halted momentarily, then with a thrust of his sword, a streak of flame flashed by and Sword Qi swept through, like a stunning fleeting moment of brilliant beauty, formless and traceless.

Whoosh!

In an instant, a head soared into the sky, tracing an arc before tumbling to the ground. The momentum carried it rolling along the ground, ending right at Xue Hongyi’s feet.

Luo Yan, dead!

Seeing the bloody head, Xue Hongyi’s heart seemed to wrench violently, he looked up at Ling Feng in astounded disbelief, almost convinced he was seeing things.

Luo Yan, that was an Origin Transformation Realm!

An Origin Transformation Realm powerhouse could establish sects and dominate a region. Even within a commandery, they were highly regarded experts.

Yet such a mighty figure had just been killed by a young, barely matured, novice at the Qi Condensation Realm.

Could this be possible?

Not just Xue Hongyi, but all the other members of the Blood Night Four Fierce stared, wide-eyed and utterly astonished, at Ling Feng in the arena.

The unimposing figure, wielding nothing more than a broken sword, had, in that moment, slain an Origin Transformation Realm powerhouse!

"Gulp..."

The sound of swallowing saliva was incessant, and many rubbed their eyes, utterly unable to believe the scene unfolding before them.