At this, the figure in the darkness paused before letting out a hollow cackle. "As for the man outside, while I don't know his background, I doubt he's anyone particularly astonishing. Otherwise, they wouldn't be willing to confront so many influential figures from the Demon Path. Just be extra careful. You don't want to capsize in the gutter..."

"Thank you for the reminder, Hundred Ghosts Elder. I believe I know how to handle this now," Luo Zun replied slowly, his aged eyes flashing sharply.

"Good that you know. Continue. Remember, if you can't produce the results of this experiment, I can't go back either." A resigned voice emerged from the dark corner as the figure gradually grew ethereal. Moments later, it vanished without a trace.

Watching the figure fade into the darkness, Luo Zun's weathered face trembled fiercely. A flash of malice appeared, but he ultimately shook his head, and the emotion dissipated. He then picked up a phone in the secret room.

"I'm busy here. Send Qing Hu to slaughter that kid," he said indifferently into the phone.

"Yes, Lord Luo Zun!"

Meanwhile, at the center of the battlefield in the Tiger Leopard Hall headquarters, both Dominating Black Arm Saber Kang Zhouxue and the other Innate Early Stage martial artist were in a sorry state. They were covered in blood, riddled with wounds, and stared at Chen Fei with terror and trembling. The reason only two remained was simple: Chen Fei had already pierced the weakest one through the heart with his sword, and he was never getting up again.

"This, this, this..."

"What kind of monster is he? Where did he come from?"

"Yeah, why would someone like him attack our Tiger Leopard Hall headquarters? Where is Lord Qing Hu? Where is Lord Luo Zun?"

The members of Tiger Leopard Hall watched in utter, horrified disbelief. The battlefield fell deathly silent, but for their own stupefied murmurs as they covered their mouths and clutched their throats. It was simply too much; he was too incredibly powerful.

Could you even imagine it? Four of the five mighty protectors from Tiger Leopard Hall's headquarters, and even Deputy Hall Master Zhou Ye himself, had taken action. Yet, unbelievably, they were all being defeated by a single person. Deputy Hall Master Zhou Ye, an expert with an Innate Middle Stage cultivation level, was trapped in that eerie formation. Of the remaining four Innate Early Stage protectors, two were dead, and the other two were severely injured.

It wasn't just the members of Tiger Leopard Hall who were astounded. Not far away, Ruan Jing, Wang Dashan, and the others were also dumbfounded, gaping at the sight. Then, they couldn't help but shiver as they turned their horrified gazes toward the center of the battlefield. Chen Fei remained utterly composed, his expression cold and flat from the start. Even now, he hadn't drawn a single heavy breath. A chill gradually enveloped them.

At this moment, they felt they were completely unable to see through this young man. Damn it, after fighting for so long and even slaughtering two enemies, he isn't even out of breath?

Just what level has this kid's strength reached?

The thought made them break out in a cold sweat on their foreheads and necks, even though they were on the same side as him. They exchanged glances, the disbelief and horror clear in each other's eyes. It seems our previous judgment of this kid's strength needs to be raised another level!

Nearby, only Elder Ming Daocuan's expression remained unchanged, as this level of strength was nothing to him. However, the faint surprise and pride his eyes betrayed revealed that his emotions were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.

"You little bastard, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

In the dead silence of the battlefield, a furious, hideous roar filled with intense murderous intent erupted from the blood-covered Dominating Black Arm Saber Kang Zhouxue. His eyes were bloodshot and twisted with rage as he stared deathly at Chen Fei. He clearly hadn't expected this little bastard, this beast, to be so strong and ruthless as to kill another of their men in such a short time.

Most importantly, they were now his targets, to be toyed with like a cat playing with a mouse. The humiliation and fear were unbearable. He didn't know who would die next, and the pressure was driving him to the brink of madness.

BOOM!

In this state of extreme fear and humiliating collapse, Dominating Black Arm Saber Kang Zhouxue finally snapped. He forcefully struck out, gripping his already battered and pitted saber. A terrifying, domineering aura swept out from him as True Qi clung to the blade. He swung down fiercely, bellowing, "Tyrant Blade Art Fourth Form, Heaven and Earth Obliterator!"

Instantly, a monstrous Blade Qi and momentum burst forth, roaring down like a reverse torrent, aimed straight for Chen Fei's head.

That powerful aura of a last-ditch, do-or-die attack even startled the already hopeless and numb members of Tiger Leopard Hall. They stared, transfixed, at the descending blade, wondering what the outcome would be.

Is it hope? Or... continued despair!?

"Scarlet Flame... Lamp!"

But just then, the stationary Chen Fei suddenly moved. His fingers fluttered like butterflies in a dazzling display, rapidly forming seals in front of his chest. Wisps of scorching flame and a searing power abruptly rose. As the flames converged in mid-air, an eerie, fiercely burning lamp took shape once again under their horrified gazes.

When the Scarlet Flame Lamp reappeared, almost everyone present retreated in subconscious terror. The oppressive, intimidating aura was simply too horrific to believe.

"No, how is this possible..."

Feeling the terrifying pressure of the Scarlet Flame Lamp, both the last remaining Innate Early Stage martial artist and the mentally crumbling Dominating Black Arm Saber Kang Zhouxue looked aghast. Deep within their eyes, an uncontrollable tremor of fear flowed.

From the eerie flame lamp hovering in mid-air, they both sensed an extremely dangerous aura. Their previous clashes had been brutal, but not immediately fatal. This time, however, they knew with certainty that if they were struck by that thing, there would be no escape—only a dead end.

"I believe I've already told you this has nothing to do with you. However, since you wish for death, I will naturally grant your desire," Chen Fei said, his gaze icily fixed on the two men. He then pinched his fingers and attacked without hesitation. The Scarlet Flame Lamp, burning with fierce flames, plummeted like a meteorite, diving toward the top of Kang Zhouxue's head.

Facing such terrifying power, Kang Zhouxue's expression twisted drastically. He met it head-on with the ferocious power of his Tyrant Blade Art Fourth Form, slashing toward the Scarlet Flame Lamp.

BOOM!

The next moment, everyone present felt their bodies stiffen. An invisible, terrible shockwave, like a cannonball, furiously swept through the battlefield, completely submerging the area in dust and debris. At that moment, Elder Ming Daocuan, who was not far off, seemed to sense something. He turned his gaze toward the center of the battlefield, now shrouded in smoke, a faint, unusual light flickering in his eyes.

Looking at the center of the battlefield, a battered, blood-soaked figure had already escaped the terrifying shockwave at the moment of impact between the Scarlet Flame Lamp and the Tyrant Blade Art. He was none other than the last surviving Innate Early Stage protector. He was lucky. Chen Fei's primary target had been Kang Zhouxue, and he had been standing a good distance from the blast. That was the only reason he had escaped.

However...

The man's face suddenly filled with intense terror. He trembled as he looked toward the epicenter of the Scarlet Flame Lamp's explosion. But then, he froze. A moment later, his fierce, blood-stained face erupted with ecstatic joy as he cried out, "Lord Qing Hu!"

Lord Qing Hu?

At his words, every member of Tiger Leopard Hall froze for a second before whipping their heads around, their eyes sweeping over the battlefield.

There, in the hazy, smoke-filled wreckage, a blood-covered Kang Zhouxue was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. In front of him stood a brawny elder, at least two meters tall with graying hair. His eyes were closed tight, yet he seemed to be staring unwaveringly at Chen Fei, whose expression had by now turned grave. A killing intent churned within the old man.

This old fellow... Chen Fei murmured to himself, his eyes flickering as he watched the man.

"Qing Hu!?"

"Qing Hu?"

Not far away, Ruan Jing, Yama, and even Elder Ming Daocuan all paled at the sudden appearance of the burly elder. This man was no simple character; he was a notorious killing machine in the martial world.

Qing Hu of Tiger Leopard Hall was one of the two Mid Innate Ancient Martial Artist experts in the hall. His strength was terrifying, surpassing even Zhou Ye's. He had reached the level of a Peak Mid Innate Ancient Martial Artist. At least two Innate Mid-Stage Experts had died at his hands, so the fact that even Elder Ming Daocuan's expression shifted at his arrival spoke volumes.

"Lord Qing Hu, kill him! Kill that little beast, that little mongrel!" Finally seeing his reinforcements arrive, the severely injured Kang Zhouxue roared with ferocity.

"Hmph!"

The only response he received was a cold snort and unconcealed derision. With his eyes still closed, Qing Hu spoke slowly, "A bunch of useless trash. It was just one person, yet he left you in such a wretched state. You have truly brought shame upon the Tiger Leopard Hall."

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