Black Fiend Guards

The other bandits in the hall were struck silent, but their gazes toward Lin Feng held less doubt and more recognition.

Black Wind Stronghold was a place where the strong preyed on the weak. With Qing Snake pressing him step by step, now being "counter-killed" was something the bandits could, to a certain extent, understand.

Zhao Kun's eyes were sinister as he stared intently at Lin Feng, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

Kill Hu Biao?

This man had just performed a great service, and his strength seemed to have improved. Was it worth it for a dead Qing Snake?

Not kill him? How could his authority be maintained?

In the tense silence that hung heavy in the air, a cold system prompt sounded in Lin Feng's mind, carrying a fatal temptation:

[Eliminate Black Wind Stronghold's Third Master, Zhao Kun, and all present witnesses to gain 750 Slaughter Points!]

750 points!

Added to the 500 points from earlier, and these bandits...

Lin Feng's heart rate suddenly accelerated. This wasn't a conflict; it was a feast of reaping!

Killing intent surged like a tide, no longer suppressible.

Zhao Kun seemed to sense something was amiss. The coldness deep within the eyes of the "Hu Biao" before him was vastly different from the outward rage he displayed.

He was about to speak to ease the atmosphere and stabilize the situation for a later plan—

But it was too late!

"Since Third Master also thinks I deserve to die..." Lin Feng's voice suddenly turned chilling, like a frigid wind from the deepest abyss, "Then you will all accompany Qing Snake on his journey!"

Before his voice even faded, Lin Feng moved!

He abandoned his disguise. His perfected Thousand Faces Illusionary Art was unleashed to its limit, his figure blurring into an afterimage. Gone was Hu Biao's direct, forceful style; he was now unpredictable and mysterious!

"You're not Hu Biao!" Zhao Kun's pupils contracted, his roar filled with shock and fury.

He finally confirmed it! But it was too late!

Lin Feng lunged first at the group of dumbfounded ordinary bandits.

The blade light poured down like a waterfall!

These bandits, with the highest cultivation at Seventh Rank perfection, were like lambs to the slaughter before Lin Feng.

His cleaver transformed into a death warrant, slashing, chopping, and lifting. Each strike precisely targeted vital points like the throat and heart.

Screams erupted and then abruptly ceased.

In an instant, blood splattered, and severed limbs flew.

Seven or eight bandits couldn't even mount a proper resistance before becoming cold corpses on the ground.

[Eliminated Black Wind Stronghold bandit, gained 50 Slaughter Points!]

[Eliminated Black Wind Stronghold bandit, gained 50 Slaughter Points!]

Cold system prompts sounded one after another in Lin Feng's mind, like a death knell.

Zhao Kun's eyes bulged with rage and disbelief. "You villain! Die!"

He roared, his palms instantly turning crimson and visibly swelling. They carried a terrifying force capable of cracking stones and splitting mountains—his renowned ultimate skill, the Mountain-Splitting Palm!

The palm wind howled, striking directly at Lin Feng's back!

"Good!" Lin Feng spun around abruptly, neither dodging nor evading. His internal energy surged, infusing his blade. With a single move, "Mountain-Splitting Chop," he met the Mountain-Splitting Palm head-on!

Blade and palm collided, producing a sound like metal striking metal!

Energy erupted, shattering the surrounding tables and chairs!

Zhao Kun felt a sharp, overbearing force surge through his palm strike, churning his Blood Essence. He staggered back three steps, his palm stinging. The blade's energy had already cut through his skin!

He was horrified. This person's internal energy was far purer, and his blade techniques far more ruthless than Hu Biao's!

"Who exactly are you?!" Zhao Kun demanded sternly, trying to find a weakness.

Lin Feng didn't answer, pressing his advantage relentlessly.

Blade light flashed again, like a shadow, enveloping Zhao Kun.

His blade techniques were bizarre and unpredictable, sometimes powerful and heavy, sometimes tricky and vicious. He completely abandoned Hu Biao's style, forcing Zhao Kun into a defensive struggle.

The more they fought, the more alarmed Zhao Kun became. His famed Mountain-Splitting Palm was proving difficult to deploy against the swift and unpredictable blade techniques, leaving him constantly at a disadvantage!

Hero! Stop! We can talk! Whatever you want, Black Wind Village can give it to you!

Zhao Kun's courage failed him. He hastily begged for mercy, attempting to sway Lin Feng with promises of wealth.

However, his plea was met with even more ferocious blade light and Lin Feng's cold, unwavering voice: "I only want your life."

The blade flashed, like lightning erupting in the dark night!

Zhao Kun's blocking arms were severed at the wrists! He let out a piercing scream.

The next moment, the cold edge of the 鬼头刀 precisely sliced across his neck.

The pleas for mercy abruptly stopped.

Zhao Kun's head flew through the air, his face frozen in an expression of terror and unwillingness.

The headless corpse swayed for a moment before crashing heavily to the ground.

[Killed Black Wind Stronghold's Third Master, Zhao Kun, gained 750 Slaughter Points!]

[Total Slaughter Points: 1250]

The system notification confirmed the spoils of the brief, bloody slaughter.

Silence returned to the hall, leaving only a thick, cloying scent of blood.

Lin Feng stood with his blade, breathing slightly, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the floor without a flicker of emotion.

He quickly searched Zhao Kun's body, soon finding a special leather-bound manual – Mountain-Splitting Palm – along with some silver notes and other miscellaneous items.

"Not bad, a low-grade Profound tier martial art. A substantial haul."

Lin Feng put the manual away.

Without any hesitation, Lin Feng immediately activated the Thousand Faces Illusionary Art.

The muscles and bones in his face began to subtly writhe and adjust, his posture slumping slightly to mimic Zhao Kun's rough physique.

In just a moment, a perfect replica of "Mountain-Splitting Palm" Zhao Kun appeared in the hall, even capturing about seventy to eighty percent of the domineering look in his eyes.

He changed out of Hu Biao's clothes and put on Zhao Kun's blue robe, tidying the scene slightly to create the illusion of a fierce fight that ended in mutual destruction.

While it might not fool everyone, it would at least buy him some time.

Black Wind Stronghold's Chieftain...

A cold arc formed on Lin Feng's lips. "Next, it's you!"

He adjusted his robes, mimicked Zhao Kun's gait, and strode out of the side hall, heading directly towards the Chieftain's residence.

Bandits he encountered along the way saw "Third Master" with a grim expression and quickly bowed their heads, none daring to stop or question him.

The Chieftain's residence was located at the highest point of Black Wind Stronghold, a standalone stone fortress that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Lin Feng arrived at the stone fortress gate, and two guards with imposing auras immediately bowed. "Third Master!"

Lin Feng, imitating Zhao Kun's voice, said in a low tone, "I have urgent matters to report to the Chieftain. Announce me quickly."

One of the guards responded, turned, and went inside.

However, Lin Feng waited for a moment, receiving no reply. Instead, the guard returned with a strange smile on his face.

He was accompanied by four other men dressed in black, with sharp eyes and bulging temples, forming a subtle encirclement.

"Third Master," the guard said with a fake smile, "The Chieftain wishes to see you, but... please disarm yourself first."

Lin Feng's heart tightened, knowing he had encountered truly troublesome individuals.

Fortunately, before heading to Black Wind Stronghold, he had learned the characteristics and names of the important figures within the stronghold from the bandits.

These four black-clad bandits before him were the Chieftain "Black Heart Tiger" Cao Meng's personal bodyguards – the "Black Fiend Guards," each a skilled fighter at the Sixth Rank, proficient in combined attacks.

Lin Feng, however, put on a furious expression, mimicking Zhao Kun's gruffness.

"What do you mean? Suspecting me? I just killed a traitor and have urgent military intelligence! If this delays something important, can you bear the responsibility?"

A leading Black Fiend Guard stepped forward, his tone laced with undisguised mockery.

"Third Master Zhao, oh no, perhaps we should call you... an imposter? The Chieftain's foresight is extraordinary; he already knew your identity! Did you really think your disguise and infiltration, killing Hu Biao and Green Snake, and then impersonating Zhao Kun, could escape the Chieftain's dharma eye?"

He paused, looking Lin Feng up and down with a sneer. "Truly walking into a trap, seeking death! You want to see the Chieftain? Get past us first, and report to the King of Hell!"

Almost the moment he finished speaking, a cold and enticing prompt popped up in Lin Feng's mind from the Slaughter System:

Annihilate the Black Wind Stronghold Chieftain's personal guards, the "Black Fiend Guards," to gain 1000 Slaughter Points!

1000 Slaughter Points!

A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. Facing the encirclement of the four Black Fiend Guards and the surrounding guards, he showed no fear. Instead, an even stronger aura of ferocity surged skyward!