Unrivaled

For Ouyang Feng, to take revenge, he needed the ability to kill his enemies instantly and had an overwhelming advantage!

Once he gets caught up in a fierce battle and gets entangled with this petty thief, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and the others will arrive and set up a great formation, leaving him with no way to escape.

However, Ouyang Feng also knew that at this point, he could no longer retreat.

The petty thief has arrived, giving Huang Yaoshi and his group another valuable asset. It will be difficult for Huang Yaoshi to find another opportunity on his own.

Furthermore, this scoundrel's greatest skill is his Lightness Skill, and the Lightness Skill that I forcibly improved through my own internal strength may not necessarily give me an advantage over him.

If he were to flee, he would lose his edge and become entangled with him, making it even more difficult to take revenge.

So they decided to go all in and risk everything.

Ouyang Feng heard the sound of a dragon's roar breaking through the air.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the red mist that was distorted by the immense power of the palm strike.

His own Ke'er died from such a palm strike.

"Does this little thief still want to use this trick on me again?!"

Ouyang Feng's Toad Style is vulnerable to even the slightest opening, making it most effective against attacks.

This is a perfect opportunity to use the Toad Style for defense and counter-attack, using stillness to control movement.

While the Empty Palm Strike, based on the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, is incredibly powerful, it is not as threatening to Ouyang Feng as the sinister force of the Heart-Urging Palm Force hidden within it.

Not to mention Ouyang Feng's greatly improved skills!

He then reversed the Toad Style, which uses stillness to control movement, and his meridians were already damaged, with his powerful internal energy filling his muscles, bones, and skin.

The impact caused Ouyang Feng's body to swell up, making him appear even more robust.

This layer of skin, brimming with powerful internal energy, serves as an excellent buffer. What is there for Ouyang Feng to fear when facing an attack from a palm strike?

The broken meridians continuously leaked out the internal force of the Overlord Sect.

The barely intact Dantian was circulating, draining Ouyang Feng's blood and energy to barely sustain Ouyang Feng life and transforming it into a continuous stream of domineering internal force.

Ouyang Feng's legs were slightly bent, and the muscles in his thighs and calves bulged out like a toad, stretching his loose clothes tightly.

The well-made leather boots were stretched taut by the swollen feet and slowly tore at the seams.

Ouyang Feng took a deep breath and clapped his hands three times, as if he were about to explode.

Suddenly, he let out a loud shout, like a lion's roar. Although it had no offensive power, it was deafening and had a tremendous impact, even louder than Ji Boying's cold shout just now.

The sheer scale of the event was distracting.

Huang Yaoshi and the others rushed over anxiously.

They could tell that Ouyang Feng seemed truly prepared to fight to the death.

Ouyang Feng had already traded several decades of his lifespan for his current powerful internal energy.

However, according to Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong's observations, Ouyang Feng could live for at least another half a month.

If Ouyang Feng were to gamble everything at this moment, even risking the last half month of his life, how powerful an aggressive force would he unleash, given his already formidable internal strength?

Can Ji Boying stop him?

Everyone was on tenterhooks.

They used their Lightness Skill at lightning speed. Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and the others even felt their legs getting hot and painful, but no one dared to slack off in the slightest.

Ouyang Feng's heart was pounding like a drum, strong and rapid.

With a loud shout, he stomped two deep holes in the solid ground with his feet.

His figure had already disappeared into the battlefield.

A surge of violent internal energy erupted, tearing through the ornate, filthy brocade robe he wore, leaving it in tatters.

The lion's mane, which had been slightly damp and stained with blood, turned snow-white and dry again, spreading out in the air in fluffy fluffiness.

The blood mist that shrouded the air surged together with the Snake Staff in Ouyang Feng's hand as if driven by a gale.

The crimson torrent collided with the dragon-roar-like palm print that pierced the air.

Bang!

A huge, deep crash echoed across the entire battlefield.

The blood mist exploded again, staining half the sky red.

It blocked out everything in mid-air.

Huang Yaoshi and his companions were anxious and apprehensive, feeling as if the remaining hundred steps were an insurmountable chasm.

A faint purple light flashed through the roar, barely noticeable.

Amidst the roar, everything around them was enveloped in a crimson hue and fell into an eerie silence.

No one knows whether they will win or lose, or whether they will live or die.

Time seemed to resume its flow.

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and the others had their robes fluttering in the wind.

Within two or three breaths, they had already disappeared into the blood mist.

"Old Poison, you're not getting away today!"

"You Old Poison, your time is up!"

The two men shouted, trying to provoke Ouyang Feng and draw his attention.

They were on guard against Ji Boying being wounded and killed by Ouyang Feng.

But there was no response from the crimson crowd.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong stood back to back, nervously guarding their surroundings. One gripped the Jade Flute -Dog Beating Staff, and the other gripped the Jade Flute.

A blood mist enveloped everything, making everything appear red and hazy.

Their shouts were met only with an eerie silence.

Tread!

A soft step.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong felt a chill run down their spines and simultaneously turned around, nervously facing the direction from which the sound came.

A reassuring voice came from within the red light.

"Don't be alarmed. Ouyang Feng is already dead."

Ji Boying said calmly.

He flicked his sleeve lightly to the ground.

A wind rose from the ground, and a whirlwind carrying blood mist drifted into the distance.

After passing several dozen feet, it exploded again, and under the sunlight, it only showed a faint red color, forming a slightly stronger red rainbow.

The surroundings became clear, and Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong suddenly felt their vision expand.

There was nothing to hide or block the view from all sides.

A soldier who had been knocked to the ground by Ji Boying's cold shout from a dozen paces away was slowly recovering and was barely able to sit up.

The rustling sound of armor and robes added a touch of life to the eerie silence of the battlefield.

Ji Boying stood tall, the extremely thick blood mist that had just dissipated into the air leaving not a trace of red on his body.

On the contrary, Huang Yaoshi's green robe and Hong Qigong's headscarf were stained with some blood.

Ouyang Feng was truly brutal, killing far too many people.

The concentration of blood mist in the air was really high.

Even though the two people had just barged in, they already had some red marks on their bodies.

Following Ji Boying's gaze, the heavy steel Snake Staff bent at a thirty-degree angle from its thickest point, a foot in front.

The end of the staff was deeply embedded at an angle in the ground.

Before the Snake Staff, a headless corpse, completely naked, lay on the ground.

Large gushes of blood flowed from his neck, staining a large pool on the ground.

The tall, headless corpse's two strong, muscular arms were bent at seven or eight degrees.

Clearly, the arm bone was broken into pieces.

The lower half of the corpse had large scars on its back and buttocks, which appeared to be wounds left after being burned and healed by flames.

A head with completely white hair and beard, eyes wide with fury, filled with grief, hatred, and disbelief, rolled into the pool of blood flowing from its neck.

His white hair and beard were completely soaked in blood, clinging miserably to his head.

It looked like a stray dog that had been soaked and looked disheveled after a rain.

Guo Jing and Ma Yu have also arrived.

After scanning the area, no enemy was seen.

Before they could be disappointed, they followed the gaze of Hong Qigong Huang Yaoshi.

Wasn't that Ouyang Feng, the Western Venom, whose body had been separated from his head?

Dead? Just like that?

Qiu Chuji and Guo Jing couldn't help but feel a little unreal.

Even Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi felt a pang of sadness.

Ouyang Feng had been entangled and fighting with them for half his life, was so easily beheaded despite his greatly improved martial arts skills.

This time, they are completely and utterly dead.

After making such a huge fuss, everyone thought there was going to be a fierce battle.

But I never expected that cooking him would be so simple.

What level of skill did Ji Boying achieve?

Based on their martial arts skills and recalling the clues on the battlefield, it became very clear how Ouyang Feng died.

Look at that iron rod, deeply embedded in the ground and already bent.

It was clearly bent by a palm strike when Ouyang Feng and Ji Boying clashed.

The heavy iron staff was bent by the blow. Even with his profound internal strength, Ouyang Feng could not gain the upper hand, as evidenced by the fact that his arm was broken into seven or eight pieces.

The iron staff flew out of his hand, and his arm was broken. In just one blow, Ouyang Feng was rendered unable to fight.

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi recalled the faint purple aura that flashed through the blood-red torrent.

Looking at the scene of Ouyang Feng's body being separated from his body, that purple light must have been the indestructible Sword Light emitted by Ji Boying's iron sword as it was drawn from its sheath.

A flash of purple light, Ouyang Feng's head fell to the ground.

Ouyang Feng's clothes were bulging and torn due to the release of his internal energy Toad Style Stance.

When he exchanged another palm strike with Ji Boying, the intense energy surged outwards, naturally tearing through his clothes.

The corpse lay naked on the ground.

Indeed, one of them died without any lingering attachments.

While Hong Qigong and the others were thinking, Ji Boying, quite curious, took a few steps forward.

He bypassed Ouyang Feng's neck, avoiding stepping on the pool of blood.

Extending his left index finger, he gently pressed several acupoints along Ouyang Feng's spine.

A little bit of internal energy was channeled into Ouyang Feng's meridians.

"What are you doing...?"

Hong Qigong also came over, looking at Ji Boying with a puzzled expression, not understanding what he was doing.

Ji Boying did not look up, but continued to carefully examine the acupoints on Ouyang Feng's back.

"Aren't you curious about his sudden and significant improvement in skill?"

Hong Qigong nodded, and the others gathered around to watch Ji Boying perform his actions.

Everyone was naturally very curious.

Then he watched as Ji Boying injected his internal energy into Ouyang Feng's body through his index finger.

There were more than a dozen important acupoints under the skin of Ouyang Feng's back, bulging as if insects were crawling upwards.

The flesh twitched a few times, and the writhing worm finally crawled out, still stained with blood.

It shimmered with dazzling golden light in the sunlight.

What kind of insect is that?

It was clearly a gold needle with a large head and a thin body.

"It really is Golden Needle Acupoint Stimulation."

The crowd was somewhat disappointed; this method was nothing new.

The human body has numerous meridians and acupoints, and stimulating different acupoints will naturally produce different reactions.

Stimulating certain acupoints can indeed increase internal strength in a short period of time, but this cannot be sustained and can also be harmful.

However, Ouyang Feng clearly didn't care about anything anymore.

Not only did they pierce the golden needle into his body, but they also crushed the large end of the needle into a ball and then buried it deep into his skin.

Then apply medicine to the wound to help it heal.

The gold needles will not easily fall off.

Keep your body constantly stimulated.

"Ouyang Feng must have used this method of applying acupuncture points with the golden needles to sever all the meridians in his body and reverse the Toad Style to gain such power."

Ji Boying stood up and said.

"I suspect he also used some medication to keep himself alive."

Everyone understood what Ji Boying meant.

There are generally two types of people who practice internal martial arts: one type focuses solely on internal power, while the other integrates internal power with life itself.

The day one's power dissipates is the day of death.

The Northern Darkness Divine Skill is a typical example of this.

The day Wu Yazi dissipates his power will be the day he dies.

Ouyang Feng took advantage of this characteristic to directly extract all the internal energy stored in the meridians.

Actively using gold needles to block and stimulate acupoints, severing the meridians throughout the body, and filling the skin with all the internal energy stored in the body.

By extracting essence and blood from the Dantian, internal energy is extracted at the cost of lifespan.

He then used drugs to prolong his life, and the sudden burst of internal energy was sealed within his muscles and bones.

He was so full that he gained weight and became swollen.

This perfectly suited his desire to reverse the Toad Style.

"To go to such lengths to accomplish something like this, he truly deserves to be called Ouyang Feng."

Hong Qigong sighed.

"After all, that's not his nephew, it's his son."

Qiu Chuji thought he understood.

It's understandable that Ouyang Feng risked his life to avenge his son, and went to great lengths to achieve this.

Ji Boying, however, pursed his lips and paced back and forth in silence.

I still feel like something's not quite right.

Having a son is indeed important, and Ouyang Feng truly loves Ouyang Ke.

But with everything beyond repair, the son's life or death no longer seemed so important.

After all, Ouyang Feng should know what he was facing.

Even if he is arrogant, he can still surpass any of the Four Greats Masters.

But he should have some sense of reality; he couldn't possibly be so arrogant as to think he could take on both Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong single-handedly.

Not to mention Ji Boying, who was a latecomer who was no less talented than them.

What exactly provoked him to take such drastic measures?

As Ji Boying pondered this, looking at the burn scars on Ouyang Feng's back, a sudden inspiration struck him as he stroked his chin.

He lightly touched Ouyang Feng's side with his toes.

They flipped the headless corpse over so that its front was facing up.

Hong Qigong and the others couldn't bear to watch.

Ouyang Feng's status in their hearts was naturally different from that of ordinary people; after all, he was a martial arts master.

They seemed unable to bear seeing Ouyang Feng standing naked, surrounded by onlookers.

"Haha, I see. No wonder this guy went crazy like a mad dog. But he brought it on himself."

Ji Boying burst into laughter.

It turns out that Ouyang Feng's death of one son meant he was now completely childless.

Judging from the injuries on his lower body, it was clear that he had set fire to gunpowder on several boats while trying to escape on Taihu Lake.

The intense flames and explosions, along with the rising smoke, obscured Ji Boying and his men's pursuit.

But this is not without its costs.