Killing Wang Teng

Lin Feng felt a powerful force press down, his arms growing heavy, making it difficult to bring his saber down.

He suddenly looked up, tracing the source of the aura.

Standing on the broken courtyard wall not far away, a figure had appeared at some point.

Clad in fine brocade and a jade belt, with a handsome face but eyes that held the cold arrogance of looking down on ants, it was Wang Teng!

"Senior Brother Wang Teng!"

"Senior Brother, save me!"

The four groaning on the ground, as if they had grasped a lifeline, cried out in agony.

Wang Teng's gaze swept over the four disheveled figures on the ground, then landed on Lin Feng. A mocking smile spread across his lips, devoid of any pretense.

"Lin Feng, your skills haven't improved, but your murderous intent has certainly grown. Who gave you the guts to lay hands on my Mysterious Cloud Sect disciples?"

His tone was calm, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness and an undeniable threat.

"It seems you truly want your precious sister to be buried with you in these ruins."

Seeing Wang Teng appear, the four prodigies instantly regained their confidence. Enduring the searing pain, they yelled:

"Brother Wang, kill him!"

"Skin him alive and dismember him! Avenge your fellow disciples!"

"And his sister, we can't let her go either!"

Lin Feng dispersed the saber energy at his fingertips and pulled his sister protectively behind him, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Wang Teng, you condone your disciples' brutality, harming the innocent, and you still have the audacity to spew such venom here?"

"Sharp-tongued," Wang Teng sneered. "A waste is a waste, only good for wagging your tongue.

Today, I will cleanse the sect's reputation for the Northern Garrison Command, and let you, a frog in a well, know what true power is!"

Before his voice even faded, Wang Teng moved. In the next instant, he appeared a few feet in front of Lin Feng like a ghost!

He didn't even draw his sword, merely casually unleashed a palm strike.

The palm wind condensed into a tangible force, carrying a heavy pressure, as if a mountain was crushing down from above!

The air let out a pained groan under the immense burden.

Lin Feng's pupils contracted. The Heavenly Gang Blood Burning Saber, at its Perfection stage, instinctively activated. Crimson saber energy surged forth once more, slashing towards the palm wind.

"Boom!"

The saber energy collided with the palm wind, emitting a dull thud.

The crimson saber energy vibrated violently and was directly scattered by that seemingly casual palm strike!

An irresistible, immense force traveled up his arm. Lin Feng grunted, stumbling back seven or eight steps, each one leaving a deep imprint on the ground.

A sweetness rose in his throat, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother!" Lin Wan cried out in alarm.

"Oh? You can actually take a palm strike from me without falling?" Wang Teng exclaimed with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by even greater disdain. "It seems breaking through to Late Seventh-Rank has given you a bit more confidence.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, this little progress is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of leisure, as if he had just casually swatted away a fly.

"The first on the Yellow Ranking, how can someone like you comprehend?

Lin Feng, kneel and beg for forgiveness, cripple your own martial arts, and perhaps I'll consider leaving your sister's corpse intact."

Lin Feng wiped the blood from his lips. His Blood Essence churned within him, and his True Essence was in turmoil.

Wang Teng's strength far exceeded his estimations. A single casual palm strike had subjected him to immense pressure. The title of first on the Yellow Ranking was well-deserved!

The gap in cultivation, the gap in martial arts foundation, was now starkly evident.

He was at a complete disadvantage.

"Dream on," Lin Feng gritted out, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"Stubborn fool," Wang Teng shook his head, losing his patience. "Then I shall let you die in despair."

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He slowly raised his hand, and an even more powerful aura began to condense, the surrounding air seeming to grow thick.

A sense of crisis washed over him like ice water!

Lin Feng's mind instantly sank into the system interface.

Slaughter Points: 3500 points

"System, upgrade the Golden Metal Wind Splitting Art to Perfection!"

"Upgrade the Soaring Dragon Astonishing Swan Step to Perfection!"

[Consumed 1500 Slaughter Points, Golden Metal Wind Splitting Art upgraded to Perfection!]

[Consumed 1500 Slaughter Points, Soaring Dragon Astonishing Swan Step upgraded to Perfection! Host's cultivation level upgraded to Seventh Rank Perfection!]

Boom! Boom!

Two powerful, vast forces exploded within him successively!

One was sharp and unparalleled, carrying an artistic conception that tore through everything, integrating into his True Essence and making its nature more fierce and condensed!

Golden Metal Wind Splitting Art perfected!

Another was light and agile, containing the profound principles of heaven and earth, a martial art's profound mystery surging into his mind, as if he had already practiced this footwork thousands of times. His movements could be as he wished, like a soaring dragon and an astonishing swan!

Soaring Dragon Astonishing Swan Step perfected!

Three Earth-grade martial arts simultaneously reached the state of perfection!

Not only that, but the artistic conceptions of the three martial arts collided and merged in his mind.

Finally, the tragic will of the Heavenly Gang Blood Burning Saber, which burned all directions, and the sharp intent of the Golden Metal Wind Splitting Art, which could break through anything, suddenly combined!

Lin Feng's aura surged again, breaking through the bottleneck in one go and stepping into Seventh Rank Perfection!

More importantly, an incredibly condensed, terrifying saber intent, tinged with gold and red, as if it could burn Blood Essence and tear through the void, suddenly took shape in his sea of consciousness!

Blood Burning Saber Intent! Formed!

His injuries healed instantly under the surge of his breakthrough and the perfection of his techniques. His aura became smooth and powerful, making him seem like a completely different person!

A more dangerous, more profound aura spread out from him.

Wang Teng, who was about to make his move to completely finish Lin Feng, suddenly froze!

The composure and disdain on his face instantly solidified, replaced by a look of disbelief and astonishment.

"Seventh Rank Perfection?! Three martial arts... perfected simultaneously?! And... Saber Intent?! This is impossible!"

He exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes showing a hint of losing control for the first time.

Such a continuous breakthrough in the midst of battle, even comprehending Saber Intent, was unheard of!

But Wang Teng was, after all, the number one on the Yellow Ranking, with a firm will. He instantly suppressed his shock and forced a cold laugh.

"Putting on a show! Even if you got lucky and made some breakthroughs, you're still a paper tiger in the face of absolute strength! Die!"

He no longer held back. With his fingers together like a sword, an incredibly condensed white sword qi shot through the air, piercing directly at Lin Feng's forehead!

This sword strike was incredibly fast and far more powerful than his previous casual palm strike!

However, at the exact same moment Wang Teng attacked, a cold system notification sounded in Lin Feng's mind:

[Triggered Mission: Slay Wang Teng. Reward: 5000 Slaughter Points.]

Facing the rapidly approaching life-threatening sword qi, the crimson-gold light in Lin Feng's eyes flashed. The newly comprehended Blood Burning Saber Intent was held back, and the perfected Soaring Dragon Astonishing Swan Step activated naturally.

His body moved like an illusion, a sidestepping glide—

The sword qi passed by his ear by a hair's breadth, cutting off a few strands of hair and leaving a bottomless hole in the broken wall behind him.

The two figures crossed paths, the attack missing its mark.

Wang Teng's pupils contracted slightly, while Lin Feng's eyes were cold.

Killing intent clashed fiercely in the air above the ruins, like a mudslide, destroying everything around them.