Luo Feng gazed at Yuan Li and Chen Feng standing behind him and let out a sigh of resignation.
He had intended to take them out in one fell swoop, but he hadn’t expected them to be so cautious.
This was hardly surprising; as high-ranking members of the Duanmu Family, they certainly weren’t fools who only knew how to act recklessly.
Overcoming the few with the many might seem dishonorable, but in this world, there was no such thing as absolute fairness. Regardless of how despicable the method, as long as it achieved the goal, it was the best approach.
Victors are kings, losers are bandits—a rule that has held true since ancient times.
The simple and honest Martial Artist standing behind Luo Feng was somewhat at a loss when faced with the aggressively advancing martial artists.
He had also heard of Luo Feng’s feud with the Duanmu Family and, in his heart, deeply despised their bullying tactics, wanting very much to help Luo Feng.
However, the martial artists before him all possessed strength above the Seventh Layer of the Essence Storage Realm; he was simply no match for them.
Just as the simple and honest Martial Artist hesitated, Luo Feng moved.
Seeing several dozen martial artists charging at him, Luo Feng breathed out gently, his body sinking slightly as he rushed forward. Transparent Gang Qi, almost tangible, surged from his fists as he charged into the crowd like a Barbarian Beast.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Upon entering the crowd, Luo Feng rotated his body. The Protective Gang Energy surrounding several of the martial artists at the front crumbled instantly. Struck hard by the Fist Gang, they spewed blood from their mouths and were sent flying.
"Ah! Be careful! This brat is at the early stage of the Eighth Layer Hell Realm! Let’s all attack at once!"
"Attack together! Kill!"
Seeing Luo Feng’s ferocity, the others nearby immediately unleashed their ultimate techniques and attacked him in unison.
Gazing at dozens of martial artists rushing towards him like a tidal wave, Luo Feng’s lips curled up into a mocking smile. His body sank, and his Dantian echoed with the sound of wind and thunder.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...
A series of explosive sounds echoed as Luo Feng continuously unleashed his Hundred Steps Divine Gang. The violent fist energy filled the entire hall, roaring forward like a tempest, accompanied by intense, oppressive sounds.
The intense oncoming wind pressure caused the charging martial artists’ faces to change dramatically. None of them had expected Luo Feng to unleash so many Hundred Steps Divine Gangs in an instant. Horror filled their eyes. In their panicked attempts to retreat, they scrambled without direction, crashing into one another and falling into disarray.
Dull thuds echoed continuously in the hall. Each sound marked a figure screaming as they were sent flying!
Seeing this, the simple and honest young man’s face was also filled with horror.
An Eighth Layer Hell Realm Martial Artist was indeed powerful. However, in such a confined space, facing a siege by so many Seventh Layer Essence Storage Realm Martial Artists was also extremely dangerous.
However, the battle was unexpectedly one-sided from the very start. The dozens of Essence Storage Realm Martial Artists were as fragile as clay figures before Luo Feng, utterly unable to withstand a single blow!
Chen Feng and Yuan Li remained standing where they were, not making a move as they watched their subordinates being killed one by one, seemingly unconcerned about their lives or deaths.
Chen Feng’s gaze was venomous. Watching Luo Feng, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Just as the rumors suggested, this lad’s Yuan Qi is astonishingly abundant. Judging from the power of his Fist Gang, he is not inferior to us. Truly terrifying talent. No wonder the family issued a family-wide kill order for him. The existence of such an enemy is indeed a massive threat!"
Yuan Li nodded in agreement, a chilling smile appearing on his face. "Indeed, he’s a genius. A pity he’s so obstinate and dared to offend Young Master Duanmu Ji!"
"This is good news for us. His violent bursts of Hundred Steps Divine Gang will consume a massive amount of Yuan Qi. Later, when the two of us join forces, he will undoubtedly die. Killing this lad will elevate our standing in the family!"
Chen Feng’s gaze was grim, his voice bone-chillingly cold, radiating palpable killing intent.
If any other martial artist heard their conversation, they would have been infuriated enough to cough up blood.
From the very beginning, the two of them never expected that these Seventh Layer Essence Storage Realm Martial Artists could be a match for Luo Feng.
Having them besiege Luo Feng was solely to deplete his Yuan Qi!
The battle ended even quicker than anyone had anticipated.
Dozens of martial artists were hit by Luo Feng’s Fist Gang before they could even get within ten steps of him. They were all sent flying, spitting blood. In a matter of moments, the dozens of martial artists who had just been brimming with killing intent were all transformed into cold corpses! The source of this content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥
Glancing at the corpses on the ground, then at Luo Feng who stood unscathed in the hall, a chill crept into the hearts of the simple and honest young man, and even Chen Feng and Yuan Li, who had mentally prepared themselves.
Luo Feng glanced at the corpses lying on the ground, his expression cold and indifferent.
If it had been before, he might have shown some mercy. But this time, Duanmu Ji had targeted his elder brother, Luo Xiao, and nearly crippled him! Luo Feng knew their relationship had deteriorated beyond repair. If he fell into their hands, death would likely be a luxury. So, he didn’t hold back this time; killing one meant reducing the Duanmu Family’s power by one! Sooner or later, he would personally go to the Duanmu Family and uproot them.
A round of applause echoed through the hall. Chen Feng stepped forward, his cold eyes fixed on Luo Feng, smiling as he said, "Well done! You are indeed worthy of being the top newcomer. Just stepping into the Eighth Layer Hell Realm, you have executed the Hundred Steps Divine Gang so flawlessly!"
Luo Feng slowly turned around, looking at Chen Feng and Yuan Li, sneering, "Sending your subordinates to their deaths to exhaust my Yuan Qi—you truly are shameless."
Since the two of them delayed making a move, how could Luo Feng not understand their intentions? If it were a month ago, such a furious deployment of the Hundred Steps Divine Gang would definitely have taken a toll on him. But now, Luo Feng was not worried in the slightest. After consuming the Qinggang Pill and his Condensation Yuan Technique reaching the Second Layer, ’Wind and Thunder Have No Shape,’ his current Yuan Qi, whether in quality or abundance, far exceeded what it was a month ago! This bit of consumption had a very limited impact.
"You deliberately sent your own subordinates to their deaths! Despicable!"
Hearing Luo Feng’s words, the simple and honest young man beside him finally understood, looking at Chen Feng and Yuan Li with an expression of contempt.
Exposed so directly by Luo Feng, Yuan Li and Chen Feng couldn’t quite maintain their composure, their old faces flushing slightly. Yuan Li lifted his eyelids, staring venomously at Luo Feng. Palpable killing intent laced his bone-chilling voice.
"Enough of your nonsense! Today, no matter what, you must die here!"
Staring at Luo Feng, the auras of the two men gradually coalesced. A faint cyan glow slowly emerged from Yuan Li’s palms, seeming about to erupt from his body.
Next to him, Chen Feng still had his hands tucked in his sleeves, squinting at Luo Feng without making any move.
Looking at the two, Luo Feng let out a light breath, a grave expression slowly appearing on his face.
Although these two were utterly despicable, their strength was genuine—they were truly strong practitioners at the Eighth Layer of the Hell Realm!
His hands clenched into fists. As Luo Feng slowed his breathing, the sound of wind and thunder in his Dantian grew louder and louder, as if a Thunderbolt was exploding within his body, causing his clothes to flutter without wind.
The simple and honest young man stood nearby, his Adam’s apple bobbing continuously as sweat rolled down his face.
The confrontation between three Eighth Layer Hell Realm experts created an oppressive aura that made him feel an irresistible sense of pressure.
"You, the ’top newcomer,’ may shine brilliantly in others’ eyes, but in my eyes, you’re less than nothing! Today, I’ll let you know that old ginger is spicier!"
The cyan light on Yuan Li’s palms grew increasingly intense. Finally, with a sudden low shout, he stomped his foot hard on the ground. His palms, carrying a piercing shriek, shot towards Luo Feng. Wherever the palm shadows passed, the air seemed to be sliced in half, their speed incredibly fast.
The palm shadows transformed into two cyan streaks, their bladed edges carving terrifying gashes into the surrounding walls as they struck ferociously at Luo Feng’s chest.
The simple and honest young man’s eyes narrowed. This palm strike was incredibly fast; even with his full concentration, he could only perceive a blurry afterimage.
If he faced such an attack, he would probably have been killed before he could even react. The simple and honest young man couldn’t help but worry whether Luo Feng could withstand this palm strike. Yuan Li and Chen Feng were ruthless, not even valuing the lives of their own men. Whether he liked it or not, the simple and honest young man understood that he and Luo Feng were now in the same boat. If Luo Feng was defeated, he too would surely not escape death!
The commotion Luo Feng created was no less than Yuan Li’s. The airflow around him billowed, sending nearby objects tumbling. Not only that, but streaks of lightning also flickered around him, hidden in the void.
"The Second Layer of the Condensation Yuan Technique, ’Wind and Thunder Have No Shape’!"
Yuan Li’s eyebrows furrowed; he suddenly understood why Luo Feng’s Yuan Qi was so abundant.
He had heard of the Condensation Yuan Technique. This Cultivation Technique allowed a Martial Artist to exert strength surpassing their own cultivation level, but it was extremely difficult to cultivate. He had seen several people cultivate the Condensation Yuan Technique, but very few managed to cultivate it to the Second Layer. Even those who succeeded were far older than Luo Feng. He hadn’t expected Luo Feng, at such a young age, to be able to cultivate the Condensation Yuan Technique to the Second Layer.
"Hmph! So you’ve cultivated the Condensation Yuan Technique to the Second Layer! But it’s useless. I stepped into the mid-stage of the Eighth Layer Hell Realm five years ago. How can your strength compare to mine, you young brat!"
Yuan Li showed no signs of worry. The wind from his palms intensified, his hands slicing through the air, the piercing shriek hurting the ears. Then, his palms vanished completely.
The palms that had vanished suddenly reappeared before Luo Feng, a dazzling cyan light flaring from them.
Before this palm strike was fully executed, the entire hall began to tremble slightly, as if space itself was collapsing.
Luo Feng stood his ground, unmoving as a mountain, completely unaffected no matter how fiercely the wild wind blew.
The instant Yuan Li’s palm strike neared his body, Luo Feng’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. He took a step forward, his right fist blasting out head-on, accompanied by the sound of shattering space. The fist’s shadow carried the momentum of a tiger, as if to pierce through everything.
The fist and the palms fiercely collided.
The next moment, a deafening, thunderous crash erupted. The ground around the two combatants cracked and flew apart. Even the walls, dozens of steps away, split open with large fissures. A continuous series of CRACKLING and POPPING sounds filled the air.
In the midst of the dust and clamor, two figures were sent flying.
One was the simple and honest young man standing nearby; he was directly blown away by the fierce gust generated by the Gang Qi collision.
And the other was Yuan Li!