The woman braced herself for the confrontation, while the others looked at Lin Feng with newfound fear.

For the first time, they had noticed what had really happened. Earlier, they hadn't paid attention, but now they had seen him strike the arena with their own eyes.

The moment the slab had tilted again, they realized the impact came from the masked cultivator's location.

When he struck the arena the second time, they had seen it clearly. They were thoroughly stunned, and now they feared him more than the beast itself.

They had seen Zeng Rong's attack and the effect it had on the arena—it was nowhere close to what this masked cultivator could cause without even using any technique.

This was beyond their wildest imagination, because it meant that this masked cultivator was far stronger than them.

Deadly silence hung in the arena, with only the sound of the beast growling slowly while looking at the woman.

Bai Lian sighed softly. This revelation had truly stunned her to the core. She might have died if he had taken her words to heart previously.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, looked at Zhao Lei. If he slammed the arena two more times, it would be enough to make Zhao Lei fall into the pit.

Zhao Lei, on the other hand, had taken the vitality pill, but it only closed his wounds. His arm would not recover unless he got his hands on a very high-grade vitality pill that could be consumed even by lower-realm cultivators.

Lin Feng didn't want to end Zhao Lei quickly, so he let him stay there quietly. He turned his attention toward the beast, which was in the air, leaping toward the woman who was wielding her sword covered in a thick layer of water.

It didn't look like her own technique, but rather the effect of the weapon itself. It all depended on the runes and the materials used to forge the weapon.

Cultivators only had to use their spirit qi, and the runes would convert that qi into a technique, while the materials would enhance its overall strength.

The leopard struck the sword, and the layer of water acted like a cushion. It absorbed most of the impact, allowing the woman to easily defend against it. Not to mention, she used the force of the collision to slide further away from the beast.

No one followed up with any attack. Once the beast got separated, they were more worried about the masked cultivator. They couldn't easily discard him now. He hadn't even taken any oath.

So, even without attacking them directly, he could easily disrupt everything. This was the reason the spirit consciousness hadn't punished the masked cultivator for creating the situation where Zhao Lei had almost been killed.

"You—" Luo Ming wanted to curse the masked cultivator, but his words got stuck in his throat as his eyes met the two hollow sockets of the mask, within which faint eyelids could be seen.

Luo Ming was genuinely terrified. Remembering what had happened to Zhao Lei was enough to remind him how dangerous this hidden cultivator was.

He just hoped that this man wouldn't target him, considering that he was from the same sect as Zhao Lei and had been acting like his ally.

"Move..."

Luo Ming immediately moved in a random direction when he heard the loud call from Bai Lian. He didn't even know if she was shouting at him or someone else. He had lost track of the beast because he had been too focused on the masked cultivator.

When the beast brushed past him, scraping his robes, he was glad he had moved. He immediately tried to get further away when his worst fear came true.

THUUDDDD!

Since Luo Ming had hurriedly dodged the beast, his stance wasn't stable. So when the arena stumbled again due to another slam from Lin Feng, Luo Ming fell to the ground and slid toward the place where the beast had stopped.

The leopard hadn't moved far after missing its attack, so within a single breath, Luo Ming slid right into its front claws.

Luo Ming's heart went cold as his eyes met the enraged gaze of the leopard, its sharp fangs bared and dripping with killing intent.

There was no need to guess what would happen next. Everyone was disoriented, and they would not have enough time to attack the leopard to make it move away.

Luo Ming's body trembled, but before he could even think of anything, the leopard moved. "N-Noooooo—"

CRUNCH!... SNAP!

The head of Luo Ming was bitten off like a dried branch. The beast gulped it down directly, though Lin Feng doubted it was for eating. No matter how real it looked, in the end, it was just an array projection.

The whole thing was actually a mix of a simple projection array and an illusion array, as Lin Feng had already figured out while the battle was going on.

Nonetheless, both of these arrays together created a perfect beast that appeared stunningly real, even though the quality of the arrays wasn't good enough to create something like this.

Others looked at the headless body of Luo Ming and began backing away slowly, trembling in fear.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened in absolute horror. He could see his own end reflected in Luo Ming's death, as he fell back down on the arena again.

Zeng Rong swallowed hard and looked at Lin Feng. "Fe-Fellow friend, it... it was Zhao Lei who was targeting you, and this Luo Ming was his friend. I hope you... you can stop hitting the arena and help us kill this beast."

Zhao Lei squinted his eyes in anger, but there was despair hidden deep within them.

Bai Lian also wanted to say the same, but she didn't voice it. This masked cultivator did whatever he wanted to do. She doubted he would listen to them just because they asked.

She only hoped that he would at least not target them. No one wanted to die, and she was no different. There was still so much to see in this world. If she survived this ordeal, she would never again take risks like these, where her life depended on the cooperation with others.

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