Long Feiyun climbed up from the ground again, his fists clenched, then desperately gathered his Energy, aiming at Zhu Bufan's back, and struck out with all his might. This punch was extremely simple, without any flourish. Yet the heavy pressure emanating from the fist made it clear how powerful this punch was. Zhu Bufan didn't dare to take it head-on; he casually tossed Xiao Ruo aside, then exhaled sharply and punched out. A flash of Silver Light vanished; all the force from Long Feiyun's punch was neutralized, while Zhu Bufan's force was transmitted through. As Long Feiyun stood there in a daze for a brief moment, he suddenly felt as if his chest had been hammered, and with a 'puh' sound, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted from his mouth, and a shallow bowl-sized dent appeared on his chest, sending him flying.

Zhu Bufan was very satisfied with the power of his strike; given his current condition, it was an excellent performance since this body was not particularly robust.

Long Feiyun was sent flying, his life or death unknown, while Xiao Ruo lay on the ground, struggling to breathe, unable to spare any attention for Long Feiyun. Only now did Xiao Ruo realize the vast gap between himself and Zhu Bufan, having absolutely no power to retaliate. He struggled to get up from the ground, his chest heaving; having suffered multiple heavy blows, he was now badly injured. Yet despite this, Xiao Ruo's condition was still better than Long Feiyun's. At this moment, Long Feiyun lay motionless on the ground, his breathing extremely weak; he had already fainted, and now even a five-year-old child could easily kill him.

Taking slow steps, Zhu Bufan walked step by step towards Long Feiyun, who was hanging by a thread. He didn't want any more complications, so he prepared to completely eliminate Long Feiyun. Only the dead pose no threat.

The forest was so quiet that only Xiao Ruo's heavy breathing and Zhu Bufan's unhurried footsteps could be heard. Zhu Bufan walked leisurely, each step equally measured, each step equally forceful. The closer he got to Long Feiyun, the more evident the sinister smile on Zhu Bufan's face became. He relished this feeling, the anticipation and thrill of seeing blood, making his body feel as if it was about to convulse.

Watching Zhu Bufan walk step by step towards Long Feiyun, Xiao Ruo tried to get up to stop him, but his body was out of control; his limbs trembled continuously, and his strength was collapsing. Now Xiao Ruo couldn't gather his strength, let alone stand up to stop Zhu Bufan. He roared angrily, red tears welling up from his eyes, blurring everything in front of him. The feeling of helplessness at seeing his good friend suffer in front of him while he was powerless drove Xiao Ruo nearly to the brink. Gritting his teeth, Xiao Ruo forced himself to stand, forcibly gathering his Qi. A deep growl came from Xiao Ruo's throat, like the roar of a dying beast in a final attack, and a blood-red glow emerged from his body.

With a roar, Xiao Ruo swung a punch with all his might, then collapsed heavily. This punch contained all his strength, aimed at Zhu Bufan's back. The red fist shadow shot towards Zhu Bufan at incredible speed.

Feeling the fluctuation of Energy behind him, Zhu Bufan turned to see the red fist shadow unleashed by Xiao Ruo flying towards him, a flash of shock in his eyes. He had never expected Xiao Ruo to launch such a powerful attack. However, this attack posed no threat to Zhu Bufan, at most a little trouble. He casually swung a palm, easily neutralizing Xiao Ruo's full-strength strike. Zhu Bufan could now confidently say Xiao Ruo was entirely out of strength to attack because he saw Xiao Ruo had already fainted on the ground.

Letting out a light laugh, Zhu Bufan turned back to continue towards Long Feiyun, his red pupils gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, his fingertips beginning to tremble slightly.

Finally, Zhu Bufan reached Long Feiyun, forming his palm into a knife, aiming at Long Feiyun's heart, and slashed down.

Suddenly, a white light flashed, this white light appearing instantly before Zhu Bufan. Before Zhu Bufan could react, he was struck and sent flying by the white light. Zhu Bufan leaped up from the ground, letting out a roar of anger, then looked up.

He saw Yichen and Xuan Yang slowly descending from the sky, Xuan Yang's hand still flashing with white light. They looked at Zhu Bufan coldly; although they were unsure what had happened, seeing Zhu Bufan like this, they could guess the general situation.

"It's you." Zhu Bufan's tone was icy, spitting these three words through gritted teeth.

Yichen and Xuan Yang landed on the ground. Yichen squinted slightly at Zhu Bufan, then said, "I didn't expect this kid to do it again, and it seems worse than last time." Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Bufan let out a howl and lunged forward.

Zhu Bufan's speed was extremely fast, but Xuan Yang's reaction was even faster. As soon as Zhu Bufan moved, Xuan Yang raised his hand and sent out the white light. With another bang, Zhu Bufan's body was once again sent flying.

"You two bastards," Zhu Bufan stood up again, speaking coldly.

"You can talk now, seems like you've made a lot of progress," Yichen seemed unfazed, looked at Zhu Bufan, and continued, "Zhu Bufan, what happened?"

"I'm not Zhu Bufan," Zhu Bufan repeated the phrase.

"Oh, I see." Yichen nodded in sudden understanding, "Then where is Zhu Bufan?"

"Dead," Zhu Bufan replied coldly.

"Then you have to pay for my disciple's life," Yichen's expression shifted slightly. He had painstakingly found a disciple in Zhu Bufan with outstanding talent, but the person standing before him claimed Zhu Bufan was dead. "Go check Xiao Ruo and Long Feiyun's injuries. I'll handle him," Yichen said to Xuan Yang. Xuan Yang nodded, and with a swift motion, he was beside Xiao Ruo, lifting him, flashed to Long Feiyun's side, then began checking both their conditions.

Xuan Yang's movements were extremely calm, but this calmness greatly shocked Zhu Bufan. What speed was this! The current Zhu Bufan was not the mindless destroyer he was before; he clearly understood what Xuan Yang's calmness represented: strength, absolute strength. However, Zhu Bufan did not retreat; on the contrary, this aroused an even more bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

A deep growl sounded in Zhu Bufan's throat, like a beast about to strike. His gaze fixed tightly on Xuan Yang, seemingly searching for Xuan Yang's weaknesses. Suddenly, he heard the sound of wind at his ear, followed by Yichen's voice: "Your opponent is me. Don't look around arbitrarily." His words barely finished when Zhu Bufan suddenly felt a heavy blow to his abdomen, nearly vomiting bile, sending him flying once more.

With a bang, a plume of dust rose in the forest. Though this dust did not spread, Zhu Bufan let out a howl, dashing out of the dust cloud, his eyes flashing red, now in a berserk state. He was utterly enraged.

Since Xuan Yang and Yichen appeared, Zhu Bufan had been at a disadvantage. This situation aroused the ferocity in Zhu Bufan's heart, so when he was sent flying without warning by Yichen's blow, the savagery in his Inner Breath was fully triggered. The current Zhu Bufan had completely lost his sanity, with only one thought left: to tear apart all these people in front of him, utterly and completely.

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