Battle Against Fang Hanshan!

"Watch closely. This is how you use a saber..."

As Chu Feng's voice faded, his figure turned as elusive as a spirit snake, appearing above Lin Yuntian's head in an instant.

With the force of splitting Mount Hua, he brought the saber down in a furious slash.

After defending for so many exchanges, this was the first time Chu Feng had taken the initiative to strike back.

The Mò Dāo traced a circle like a full moon. The Gang Wind it stirred up seemed almost solid, locking firmly onto Lin Yuntian and leaving him nowhere to dodge.

"Clang!"

Lin Yuntian raised both hands to block with his saber, but the force behind Chu Feng's charged strike was terrifying.

The pressure transmitted through the Ring-pommel Saber was like Mount Tai bearing down on his head. There was no way he could hold it back!

He had no choice but to twist his body and bleed off the force, guiding all of it into the ground.

"Sizzle..."

After a shower of sparks, a layer of iron filings was scraped from the Ring-pommel Saber's edge. The Mò Dāo slammed heavily into the ground.

Lin Yuntian raised the Ring-pommel Saber for a look and found that its once-sharp edge had vanished, scraped away completely, leaving only a blunt strip of metal!

"What terrifying strength!"

Wang Chaosheng, the Wang Family's patriarch watching the battle, was utterly stunned. His hand had clutched down a handful of his beard without him even noticing.

He had just been thinking of going up himself to show off a little and leave an impression on Fang Hanshan. He never expected this youngster's strength to be so terrifying!

"As expected. How could anyone who made that old bastard Fang Hanshan suffer such a loss be easy to deal with?" The Li Family's patriarch wore an expression that said it had all gone according to his expectations.

"This youngster is truly formidable. I'm afraid I'm no match for him. It would be best to leave at once."

Caught in the middle of the situation, Lin Yuntian was even more panic-stricken, his courage to fight gone without a trace.

His eyes darted around as he searched for a way to escape.

In a life-and-death struggle, the timid were bound to lose!

What was more, he had never been Chu Feng's match to begin with. With all his thoughts focused on fleeing, how could he possibly defeat Chu Feng?

"Whoosh..."

Chu Feng suddenly swept the Mò Dāo upward, smashing it hard into Lin Yuntian's legs.

The Mò Dāo had no edge and did not sever his legs. But the sudden blow still knocked Lin Yuntian's body off balance.

Lin Yuntian had no choice but to rise into the air and spin, hoping to land while maintaining his balance.

But Chu Feng gave him no such chance. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he abruptly halted the ascending Mò Dāo. Then, with ten times the force of its upward strike, he slammed it down with savage power, as if he meant to split the earth in two with a single slash!

"Wind Cutter!"

Lin Yuntian felt the fierce wind rush into his face. The sense of danger in his heart surged, as if the god of death had fixed its gaze upon him!

But he was in midair and had nowhere to draw strength from. All he could do was watch helplessly as the Mò Dāo, like a divine axe cleaving open the heavens, split his body and the bluestone slabs beneath him in two!

Two broken halves of a corpse fell from the sky amid a rain of blood.

Gurgling blood surged forth, filling the deep trench in the ground!

[Slain Bone Forging martial artist, plundered 23 years of lifespan!]

[Plundered Bone Forging technique, Fierce Bear Bone Forging Art!]

The entire scene fell silent.

Wang Chaosheng was covered in lingering fear, deeply thankful that he had not leaped out to provoke Chu Feng.

Otherwise, he would probably have ended up as a corpse on the ground just like Lin Yuntian.

Even the Li Family's patriarch, who had originally looked calm and composed, had gone pale and remained silent.

He had expected Chu Feng to be powerful, but he had never imagined that Lin Yuntian, who was also in the Bone Forging Realm, would die beneath the other man's saber after only three or five exchanges!

"What a terrifying young man. Whether in saber techniques or physical strength, there's probably no one in Yong'an City who can match him!"

How could he know that Chu Feng had yet to forge his bones and was merely in the Muscle Tendon Realm?

The reason Chu Feng could fight above his level was that he had tempered his skin, flesh, and sinews to their limits. Combined with his special constitution, Bronze Skin Iron Bones, the strength of his bones had approached that of a Bone Forging expert. That was how he possessed such terrifying battle prowess!

Yang Chenwu, who had arrived late, happened to catch the instant Chu Feng killed Lin Yuntian.

He exclaimed in admiration, "I never expected the thug who opposed the Fang Family to be so young and promising. What a pity..."

Chu Feng's killing of Lin Yuntian did not mean Yang Chenwu would favor him, because even among those in the Bone Forging Realm, the gap between the strong and the weak was enormous.

He knew Fang Hanshan's strength. Many years ago, Fang Hanshan had swept through Yong'an City undefeated, pressing every family and faction until they could barely breathe.

After all these years, his strength had already reached an utterly terrifying level.

"Clap... clap..."

At that moment, the crowd parted, and an old man approached from afar while applauding.

"Truly, a young hero. The Fang Family raised you, so why did you repay their kindness with treachery and kill the master of the house?"

At that moment, the wrinkles had vanished from Fang Hanshan's face, and his white hair had turned black. His whole person looked more than ten years younger.

The leaders of the various factions present grew suspicious and uncertain, because they had seen Fang Hanshan just moments ago.

Back then, Fang Hanshan had been deathly pallid and feeble, his aura aged, looking as if he were about to be laid inside a coffin. How had he become more than ten years younger after disappearing for such a short time?

The aura around him had also become vast and unfathomable!

Could it be because of the Viscera Refining Breathing Technique?

Everyone came to the same thought.

They could not be certain, but they already had their suspicions.

"Since Fang Jian Xing began learning martial arts, he's had a total of one hundred and twenty-six sparring partners. In the end, only three or five survived. Without exception, Fang Jian Xing toyed with them and tortured them to death. I survived only because Heaven took pity on me. Why should I thank the Fang Family for raising me?"

"My strength was weak, so naturally I was fish on your chopping block. Now that I can kill Bone Forging martial artists as easily as slaughtering chickens, why should I still let you carve me up?"

Chu Feng came from the modern era. He was no man steeped in servility who believed that being a slave for a time meant being a slave for life.

"Fang Jian Xing wanted to kill me, so I had no choice but to wipe out your entire Fang Family. Now, only you remain..."

"Arrogant, ungrateful traitorous slave! Today, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces and comfort my son's spirit in the afterlife!"

Fang Hanshan's face darkened like the bottom of a cooking pot. He drew the long sword at his waist, and a streak of silver light shot forward like lightning.

His entire body was as light as a flying bird. In the blink of an eye, the sword's radiance had reached Chu Feng's throat.

Chu Feng stood firm as a mountain, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the fierce sword light.

Within the span of a breath, the muscles all over his body swelled. His originally loose hemp clothing instantly grew taut.

The Mò Dāo in his hands abruptly rose. His two thick arms rolled like giant pythons, and the power in his muscles gathered layer upon layer into his palms like waves.

"Old bastard, go see your son!"

"He's waiting for you on the road to the Yellow Springs!"

Chu Feng went all out. He knew how terrifying Fang Hanshan was. Having dominated Yong'an City for decades, he was no hollow shell like Lin Yuntian.

"Clang!"

Fang Hanshan's long sword struck the back of the Mò Dāo. The tremendous force bent the sword into the shape of a waning moon, while his body and movements abruptly stiffened. His whole figure was sent flying, and he flipped three times in succession before dispersing that violent force.

Even though he had been prepared, Fang Hanshan still had not expected Chu Feng's strength to be this ferocious!

"This traitorous slave's strength has more than doubled since before..."

A trace of gravity flashed through Chu Feng's eyes as well. Fang Hanshan's sword just now had been as fast as lightning, with astonishing penetrating power. His strength was indeed terrifying.

Chu Feng drew a deep breath and charged toward Fang Hanshan as the latter rolled through the air.

His figure was as elusive as a spirit snake and as fast as lightning.