"I will break your Grand Momentum!"
The square-faced martial artist, a mid-stage Essence Storage Realm cultivator at the eighth tier, unleashed his full strength. His momentum surged as he lowered his body, lunged forward, and brought his blade cleaving down.
Two ferocious blade lights collided mercilessly. The violent impact distorted the surrounding space until it vanished completely.
The immense force transmitted through Luo Feng’s Tiger Soul Saber knocked him back more than ten steps, his blood and Yuan Qi roiled in his chest.
An eighth-tier Hell Realm martial artist at the mid-stage is indeed extraordinary! Luo Feng thought, his right hand subtly numb, his expression growing more solemn. Even by merging with the Grand Momentum, I can’t make up for the gap of two major realms. My strength is still too weak.
Seeing Luo Feng driven back, concern flickered in Bing Ruolan’s beautiful eyes. Just as she was about to help, two figures pounced from the side.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Overlapping palm shadows erupted with fierce and arrogant power.
At the critical moment, He Qin flicked her wrist. Her Silver Snow Sword hummed softly, its gleam vanishing instantly as Invisible Sword Qi swept out.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The sound of qi explosions, like summer thunder, echoed continuously. The fierce wind made it impossible to keep one’s eyes open.
"Don’t get distracted. These people are all experts," He Qin warned Bing Ruolan with a sidelong glance.
Bing Ruolan nodded, her gaze steadying. The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder in a triangular formation.
Two Blood Demon Sect disciples approached. One licked his lips and chuckled, "The great academies of the Flowing Cloud Region truly live up to their name as the highest seats of learning, to have such beautiful female students."
"If you surrender obediently and serve us brothers from now on, we might spare your lives!" a Blood Demon Sect disciple with a face full of coarse flesh sneered menacingly.
"We’ll know who dies soon enough," Heavenly Fragrant Woman He Qin replied, her expression impassive. Her usually lively eyes were now chillingly cold, and her calm voice carried a bone-chilling killing intent.
"Heh heh... It seems you prefer punishment over a toast! Don’t think death is an escape. I will refine you into corpse puppets! I’ll make you wish for death but find no release! Kill them!"
The Blood Demon Sect disciple with the coarse, fleshy face stomped on the ground, his palms striking out repeatedly, unleashing a torrent of fierce palm energy that enveloped all three women.
"I’ll handle this one!"
Killing intent flashed in He Qin’s calm eyes. Her figure floated forward, Invisible Sword Qi sweeping out silently.
Sword Qi and palm shadows collided, unleashing a continuous series of explosions. Their figures flickered in and out of view as they clashed, quickly moving the fight elsewhere.
"Penetrating Sunset!"
Bing Ruolan and Zi Yuan exchanged a glance and simultaneously attacked the other Blood Demon Sect disciple.
Bing Ruolan’s golden sword blazed like the sun; Zi Yuan’s sword light shimmered like snow.
From the outset, both unleashed their signature techniques.
The remaining Blood Demon Sect disciple faced the whistling sword lights impassively. He stepped forward and met them with a direct punch.
The sword lights shattered. A fierce wind swept out as all three recoiled, only to instantly re-engage in a furious battle.
Luo Feng watched Bing Ruolan and the others. Seeing they weren’t in immediate danger, he felt a wave of relief.
"Boy, looking away during a duel is a cardinal sin for a martial artist! Die!"
The square-faced martial artist unleashed several strikes. Blood-red saber gleams shot towards Luo Feng, their passage marked by sharp, piercing shrieks as they tore through the air.
"Ten Killing Blood Shadows!"
The blood-red saber gleams merged in mid-air, forming massive crosses. They evoked images of Asuras from the depths of hell, and their overwhelming bloody stench made one’s scalp tingle.
Luo Feng took a deep breath. Infusing his blade with Grand Momentum, he unleashed a series of continuous strikes.
Two of the cross-shaped Slash Marks were instantly shattered. The last one slammed into his Tiger Soul Saber. An immense force surged from the blade, sending Luo Feng’s figure drifting back dozens of steps.
"To think you can withstand my Ten Killing Blood Shadows Saber Technique! Worthy of being hailed as the top new talent! All the more reason I can’t let you live!"
The square-faced martial artist’s gaze was filled with killing intent as he advanced on Luo Feng step by step. With each footfall, his aura intensified.
Luo Feng felt his blood and Yuan Qi roiling, and a faint metallic taste spread in his throat. His right hand couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
Watching the square-faced martial artist approach, Luo Feng frowned. The strength of a mid-stage eighth-tier Hell Realm martial artist is even greater than I imagined. With my current abilities, I’m no match for him at all. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI-Fire.ɴet
He hesitated. Do I really have to merge with the killing intent? The mysterious killing intent within the wristband is too dangerous. I don’t want to use it unless it’s absolutely necessary.
As he hesitated, Luo Feng suddenly felt a warm current rise from his Dantian. Wherever it passed, the soreness and pain in his body vanished, and he gradually returned to his peak state.
The Yuan Qi Seed! Luo Feng’s eyes lit up with pleasant surprise. He had only known that the Yuan Qi Seed could restore a martial artist’s Yuan Qi and help them break through cultivation realms. It seems the effects of the Yuan Qi Seed are even greater than that; it can even alleviate a martial artist’s injuries!
Luo Feng was overjoyed. With this, he could hold on for a while longer!
The square-faced martial artist noticed the change in Luo Feng’s expression and was momentarily stunned. He had originally intended to use his aura to pressure Luo Feng and break his fighting spirit, but it had no effect at all.
The Blood Lord was right. This kid will definitely be a terrifying figure in the future!
The square-faced martial artist’s eyes blazed with even greater killing intent. Blood-red saber gleams crisscrossed, forming a massive net of light that surged towards Luo Feng.
Luo Feng pushed his Teng Dragon’s Step to the limit, his Tiger Soul Saber protecting his entire body as he defended with all his might against the square-faced martial artist’s attacks.
Despite this, the blood-colored saber light still sent numbing shocks through him, making his Yuan Qi and blood seethe.
Fortunately, the Yuan Qi Seed in his Dantian continuously restored his Yuan Qi, preventing him from revealing any openings.
Their figures tore across the square, exchanging countless blows in what felt like mere moments.
As time wore on, the square-faced martial artist’s expression shifted from initial disdain to gravity, and finally, to outright shock as he looked at Luo Feng.
As an eighth-tier Hell Realm expert, both his Yuan Qi quality and its sheer volume far surpassed that of a seventh-tier Essence Storage Realm martial artist. An ordinary Essence Storage Realm martial artist, after taking so many of his blows, would likely have been vibrated to death long ago!
Yet, Luo Feng was completely unaffected. Instead, his attacks grew fiercer with each exchange.
"How can your Yuan Qi be so abundant!" the square-faced martial artist exclaimed, gritting his teeth as he stared at Luo Feng in disbelief.
Luo Feng sneered. When Cang Nanyue left, she planted a Yuan Qi Seed in my Dantian. The Yuan Qi Seed is derived from the source Yuan Qi of a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist; it’s incredibly potent. Influenced by it, my Yuan Qi quality far surpasses that of a typical seventh-tier Essence Storage Realm martial artist. Coupled with the eighteen Meridian Wheels in my body, even though I’m still at the peak of the seventh-tier Essence Storage Realm, my Yuan Qi, in both quality and quantity, is no less than that of an ordinary early-stage eighth-tier Hell Realm martial artist.
The square-faced martial artist wasn’t the only one surprised. Huo Tianqing, Zi Hongyuan, and the others who were also fighting, were equally astonished.
To be at the peak of the seventh-tier Essence Storage Realm and still hold his own against an eighth-tier Hell Realm martial artist without falling behind—even they, who had weathered countless storms, are profoundly shocked at this moment.
"This lad is a genius unseen in a century! He’s a blessing to the four great academies of the Flowing Cloud Region. We absolutely cannot let him fall here!" Huo Tianqing declared loudly.
Zi Hongyuan nodded. "Indeed! With several major Demon Sects stirring up trouble once more, talents like him are the hope of our Canglang Dynasty!"
Luo Feng’s display of strength galvanized the fighting spirit of Huo Tianqing and the others. Their auras surged, and they began to push back the Blood Demon Sect disciples.
The square-faced martial artist noticed this, his brow furrowing slightly. A moment ago, they held the advantage. But in the blink of an eye, it had vanished, and they were even starting to fall behind.
It’s all because of this damned kid! I must kill him quickly!
The square-faced martial artist shot Luo Feng a cold glare, a bloody glint flashing in his pupils.
Pushing his Yuan Qi to its absolute limit, the square-faced martial artist attacked with no reservations, unleashing a terrifying tempest of saber light intent on utterly crushing Luo Feng.
Instantly, the pressure on Luo Feng intensified dramatically. He was shaken by the square-faced martial artist’s ferocious Saber Qi to the point where he nearly vomited blood.
Hastily, Luo Feng activated his Teng Dragon’s Gang Qi, attempting to evade the onslaught.
"Kid, where do you think you’re going!"
The square-faced martial artist pressed his advantage relentlessly. The Three Feet Cold Iron Knife in his hand shrieked, erupting with a dark red saber light. This saber light radiated intense heat, causing the air in its path to boil violently, like superheated water.
Luo Feng was enveloped by the saber light, his scalp prickling. This attack was far more terrifying than any previous one. Even from a distance, the intense killing intent it exuded stimulated him to the point where every pore on his skin seemed to open.
"Grand Momentum Like a Saber!"
Gritting his teeth, Luo Feng frantically circulated the Yuan Qi within his body, preparing to block this strike with all his might.
Just as he was gathering his Yuan Qi, fully focused, he vaguely heard a crisp sound from within, as if something inside him had shattered.
Then, the Yuan Qi in his body began to pour madly into his Dantian! It felt as if all his Yuan Qi had transformed into roaring flames, burning fiercely as it surged into his Dantian like a colossal wave.
At that moment, Luo Feng felt his Dantian, previously a pitch-black void, suddenly blaze with light. The two Meridian Wheels within it began to emit a hazy glow, like miniature suns. His entire body echoed with the sound of rushing water, as if countless rivers were converging into a vast ocean. In that instant, Luo Feng felt his Yuan Qi take a qualitative leap.
Yuan Qi sinking into the Hell Realm Dantian! All rivers flow to the sea—the eighth-tier Hell Realm!
Sensing the changes within him, Luo Feng was jolted fully alert, his eyes filled with profound, joyous surprise.
He had already been on the verge of a breakthrough when he fought He Qin. Now, after the intense battle with the square-faced martial artist and the continuous nourishment from the Yuan Qi Seed integrating into his body, he had finally shattered the last barrier and successfully stepped into the eighth-tier Hell Realm!
Upon entering the eighth-tier Hell Realm, Luo Feng felt he had genuinely ascended to a new level. Both the quality and the sheer abundance of his Yuan Qi had reached an unprecedented peak! His entire being felt as if it had been reforged, completely renewed!
So this is the eighth-tier Hell Realm. It truly cannot be compared to the seventh-tier Essence Storage Realm.
Luo Feng felt the surging power within him. He pondered for a moment, then his gaze sharpened as Yuan Qi erupted fiercely from his Dantian.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes. The black radiance on his Tiger Soul Saber flared, and the ambient temperature plummeted instantly, as if even sunlight was being drawn into the saber’s gleam.
"Grand Momentum Like a Saber!"
Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly. The razor-sharp aura emanating from him reached its zenith, making him seem like a newly unsheathed treasured sword as he slashed forward through the air.
Perhaps due to its incredible speed, the space where the saber light passed visibly distorted.
The incredibly condensed black saber light instantly obliterated the blood-red gleam. Slowing only marginally, it continued its trajectory towards the square-faced martial artist...