Luo Feng concealed his aura, pressing his body tightly against the ground. He lay behind a knoll, waiting quietly. WHOOSH! A red-furred mantis landed on Luo Feng's shoulder, crawling about with abandon, clearly mistaking him for a boulder.

Among the three Martial Artists was a peak expert of the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Court Realm, so Luo Feng had to be cautious.

A few breaths later, a sharp whistling wind sounded from the distance. Three figures tore through the air, their incredible speed generating three distinct shockwaves that kicked up dust and stones. From afar, they resembled three tornadoes. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! In the blink of an eye, the three figures traversed a kilometer, arriving before the corpse.

The trio was led by a robust, middle-aged man, Yang Qinghu, head of the Ye family's Azure Blood Four Tigers. He was flanked by a lanky young Martial Artist and a slightly chubby middle-aged Martial Artist.

"Careful!" Yang Qinghu exclaimed. Smelling blood, he waved his hand, and the three immediately halted.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

As their feet struck the ground, the earth trembled. The ground beneath them instantly cracked as if struck by a giant hammer, a sight enough to make one's heart pound with fear.

"Third Brother!"

Seeing the corpse on the ground, the lanky Martial Artist's expression changed, and he hurried over.

Yang Qinghu's face was grim. He glanced at the wound on the corpse, his brow furrowing. "A single, fatal slash. There wasn't even time to react. What remarkable Saber Technique. It seems we've underestimated this kid, Luo Feng."

"Third Brother, I will avenge you! I swear I'll tear that damned kid to pieces!" Among the Azure Blood Four Tigers, the Third and Fourth Tigers were the closest. Seeing the gruesome state of the corpse, the lanky Martial Artist's face contorted with rage, his eyes filled with an intense murderous aura.

The chubby Martial Artist said, "The stench of blood is still fresh; that kid couldn't have gotten far. With our speed, we should catch him quickly."

"Mm, we pursue! We can't let Third Brother die in vain."

Yang Qinghu nodded, his face dark. His gaze fixed ahead, preparing to use his Light Martial Arts. Just then, a dark shadow suddenly shot out from the side, accompanied by a dazzling blade light.

"Retreat!"

The instant the blade light appeared, Yang Qinghu felt as if he'd been plunged into an ice cellar. The chilling killing intent made every hair on his body stand on end. With a furious roar, he shot backward.

"Too late!"

Luo Feng burst out from behind the knoll. His icy gaze swept over the three men before he attacked, his Fury Flame Knife slashing out in a crescent arc.

Yang Qinghu and his two companions were horrified. They immediately channeled all their Yuan Qi, attempting to block the strike head-on.

However, the blade light was faster, arriving in an instant.

SLICE!

The slightly chubby middle-aged Martial Artist bore the brunt. Before he could even activate his Protective Gang Energy, the blade light bisected him at the waist, and blood gushed out.

The blade light, its power undiminished, then ferociously struck the lanky Martial Artist.

SPURT!

The lanky Martial Artist felt as if struck by a battering ram. His Protective Gang Energy shattered, and a half-foot-long gash appeared on his chest. Blood sprayed as he screamed in agony, thrown back ten meters to crash into the ground, gouging out a large pit.

"You whelp, die!"

In the blink of an eye, one companion was dead and the other injured. Yang Qinghu's eyes nearly burst from their sockets, turning bloodshot. He stared daggers at Luo Feng and thrust out his palm, unleashing a house-sized, blood-red Palm Gang that bore down on Luo Feng.

RUMBLE...

The Palm Gang's might was astounding, accompanied by a sound like wind and thunder. Its aftershocks alone pressed the ground down a level, and the surrounding space trembled.

"Slash!"

Luo Feng took a deep breath and slashed at the Palm Gang once more.

SWISH!

A thick blade light howled out. It held for a moment against the blood-red Palm Gang before being crushed and shattered into countless tiny streams of Qi Force that shot out in all directions, riddling the surrounding ground with cuts.

BANG!

The blood-red Palm Gang, much of its power depleted, was then shattered by Luo Feng's punch.

Such astonishing power! He's even a bit stronger than Tang Qi of the Flying Snow Cold Sword.

Luo Feng shook his slightly numb wrist, looking at the green-robed Martial Artist before him, his expression grave.

Yang Qinghu stood ten paces from Luo Feng, staring intently at him.

He was a peak Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artist! He'd thought his earlier palm strike would be powerful enough to severely injure Luo Feng, yet the boy hadn't suffered even a scratch. Still, Yang Qinghu wasn't overly concerned. He was confident that if he attacked with his full strength, Luo Feng would be no match for him.

"Big Brother, this kid killed Third Brother and Second Brother! Kill him, quickly!"

The lanky Martial Artist, severely wounded by the slash, had lost all mobility. He lay on the ground, his face a mask of murderous intent as he glared at Luo Feng.

Glancing at the corpse on the ground, Yang Qinghu's icy pupils contracted. He spoke with a grim expression, "Luo Feng, you killed my Third Brother, yet you didn't flee immediately. You actually dared to stay."

"Why should I flee?" Luo Feng glanced at Yang Qinghu and replied calmly.

Why should he flee? Yang Qinghu's face stiffened. Luo Feng's words clearly showed he didn't take him seriously.

If Luo Feng were a peak Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artist, Yang Qinghu might have accepted such words. But Luo Feng was only at the mid-stage of the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Court Realm; his statement was undoubtedly a blatant provocation!

"You arrogant brat! You'll soon pay the price for your words! You killed my Second Brother and Third Brother. I'll cripple all your limbs and make you wish you were dead!"

With an angry roar, Yang Qinghu's pupils suddenly changed color. An intense, snow-like light erupted from them, and the faint image of a massive azure tiger appeared behind him, roaring at the sky as its aura surged relentlessly.

Luo Feng's brow furrowed slightly. This Yang Qinghu's Yuan Qi fluctuations are even stronger than Tang Qi's.

"I'm afraid the one who will die is you," Luo Feng said calmly, his expression unchanged. He secretly circulated his Yuan Qi, his gaze locked on Yang Qinghu, ready to unleash his Thunderclap Stroke at any moment.

Luo Feng's calm composure made Yang Qinghu raise an eyebrow. He had unleashed his full power, yet his opponent remained so composed. This fellow... if I don't kill him today, he will definitely become a scourge in the future!

A thick killing intent surfaced on Yang Qinghu's face. The blood-red light in his pupils flared intensely, and the azure tiger behind him also let out a thunderous roar.

"Tiger Leaping Through a Thousand Mountains!"

With a low snarl, Yang Qinghu leaped into the air. As he kicked downwards, the phantom azure tiger behind him also pounced like a ferocious tiger leaping from a cliff, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Luo Feng.

BOOM!

The power of this kick was astounding, far surpassing his previous azure Palm Gang. The downward kick was like a mountain collapsing or a volcano erupting; its furious momentum caused the air to continuously compress and explode. Swirling winds filled the sky, as if a natural disaster had struck!

The injured lanky Martial Artist watched, his expression a mixture of shock and excitement. He stared at Luo Feng, eager to see him torn apart by the force of the kick.

Luo Feng stood beneath the descending kick, his expression calm, like a reef in a raging flood, utterly unmoved. He punched out with his left fist, and the Yuan Qi he had been accumulating for a long time roared forth.

"Sky Collapse Earth Splitting!"

Countless astonishing fissures appeared in the space before Luo Feng, weaving together like a vast net, giving the impression of the world collapsing.

BOOM!

The two terrifying auras collided in mid-air. The impact of their clashing Yuan Qi generated shockwaves that spread out in ripples, causing the ground within a radius of several kilometers to tremble incessantly.

The lanky Martial Artist didn't even blink as he stared at the chaotic scene before him. Suddenly, his expression drastically changed, and he cried out in disbelief, "How is that possible?!"

Luo Feng had retreated a few steps, completely unharmed. He had actually blocked the previous kick without a single scratch!

Yang Qinghu didn't press the attack. He looked at Luo Feng, the disdainful expression on his face gone, replaced by a hint of gravity.

He had used ninety percent of his strength in that last kick, yet his opponent had managed to block it unharmed, only being slightly disadvantaged. This outcome frustrated Yang Qinghu while also making him more cautious.

Luo Feng was also sizing up Yang Qinghu. A peak Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artist is indeed not easy to deal with. In that exchange, although I wasn't injured, his Yuan Qi still numbed my arm. If it comes to close combat, I'll have no chance of winning. I must find an opening to kill him.

"To block my kick at your age and cultivation level, you are truly outstanding. Given time, you would undoubtedly achieve great things, perhaps even rank among the Ten Great New Dragons and dominate a region. Unfortunately for you, you should never have crippled our Young Master. And you certainly shouldn't have stayed here knowing we were hunting you! Now, you will stay here forever!"

As Yang Qinghu stared at Luo Feng, a chilling aura emanated from him. The blood-red light in his pupils seemed to boil, dazzling and piercing to the eye. Suddenly, he grinned and stomped his foot fiercely on the ground.

"Tiger Shaking the World!"

As Yang Qinghu's right foot slammed down, the massive azure tiger behind him roared, raised its forelimbs, and stomped down with earth-quelling might!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!...

Amidst the tremendous roar, the ground roiled violently like ocean waves. The immense concussive force caused the nearby space to tremble and distort, and rubble flew everywhere.

SPUTTER!

The lanky Martial Artist was caught by the aftershocks, thrown several meters into the air, and coughed up a mouthful of blood in mid-flight.

Luo Feng sensed a powerful Yuan Qi fluctuation surging toward him rapidly from beneath the ground.

Glancing at Yang Qinghu's sneering face, Luo Feng's eyes flickered. He decided against dodging, instead circulating his Yuan Qi to protect his entire body.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion erupted beneath Luo Feng's feet as violent Yuan Qi detonated. The intense blast shot skyward, forming an airwave dozens of feet high, and Luo Feng was thrown into the air.

"Haha... You're still too green! Cloud Blood Palm!"

Seeing Luo Feng fall for his underhanded tactic, Yang Qinghu threw his head back and laughed heartily. A blood-red glow enveloped his palm as he struck at the airborne Luo Feng.

Buffeted by the Yuan Qi shockwave and suspended in mid-air, Luo Feng surely wouldn't be able to dodge this palm strike!

However, just as Yang Qinghu was certain Luo Feng would die, an incredible scene unfolded. Luo Feng, blasted into the air by the explosion, lightly tapped his foot on a piece of flying debris and abruptly shot sideways, dodging the blood-red Palm Gang.

"How is that possible!"

Yang Qinghu stood dumbfounded. Just as he prepared to strike again, an icy glint of a blade suddenly magnified in his vision.

Not good!

The instant he saw the blade light, an intense sense of crisis welled up in Yang Qinghu's heart. He wanted to block, but the speed of this blade light was incredible, almost beyond belief, like a thunderbolt. It flashed past his eyes in an instant.

SLICE!

Yang Qinghu's left arm was severed at the wrist. Blood spurted as he was flung more than ten meters away, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

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