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"Twenty percent Fist Intent... explode for me!"

Ye Feng's roar echoed beside the Spirit Spring. A golden fist wrapped in power far more terrifying than before shot toward Li Yue like a meteor.

The sneer on Li Yue's face instantly froze. His pupils shrank, his eyes went wide, and disbelief and terror filled his expression.

"How is this possible?! How did you suddenly comprehend twenty percent Fist Intent?!"

With no time to think, Li Yue hurriedly gathered all the remaining True Qi in his body into his right fist. An earthy-yellow halo surged, and he tried to block the punch head-on.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided again. This time, there was no evenly matched shockwave—only one-sided crushing.

The twenty percent Fist Intent was like a razor-sharp blade, instantly tearing apart Li Yue's True Qi defenses. Ye Feng's fist smashed into Li Yue's fist without the slightest resistance.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out. Li Yue felt an immense force spread along his arm, instantly shattering the meridians in his right arm. Blood gushed from between his fingers.

Li Yue could no longer maintain his stance. He spat out a huge mouthful of blood, and his body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into the rocks beside the Spirit Spring with a dull boom.

"It's not over yet!" Ye Feng's gaze was icy, and he showed no intention of holding back.

He surged forward, his figure flashing like lightning. Both fists lashed out in succession, golden fist shadows densely enveloping Li Yue.

Li Yue barely raised his left arm to block, but before the twenty percent Fist Intent, his defense was as flimsy as paper pasted together.

His left arm was quickly broken. A punch struck his chest, and the clear sound of cracking ribs could be heard. His entire body fell miserably to the ground, beaten back step by step as more and more wounds appeared across him, blood staining the earth red.

"What... what's going on? Senior Brother Li Yue has actually fallen behind?"

"Ye Feng... he seems to have broken through with his Fist Intent in the middle of the battle? Twenty percent Fist Intent! Is that even something a human can achieve?"

"That's insane! At the peak of the ninth layer of the Qi Gathering Realm, and he's even mastered twenty percent Fist Intent. Even if Senior Brother Li Yue specializes in body refinement, he can't stop him!"

The disciples who had come with Li Yue were completely dumbfounded. Their faces were filled with terror, and fear saturated their murmurs.

They had never seen anyone improve their intent in the middle of battle. Ye Feng's comprehension had already exceeded the limits of their understanding.

Li Yue lay facedown on the ground, covered in blood. As he watched Ye Feng approach step by step, a trace of madness flashed through his eyes.

Clearly, he was no match for Ye Feng. But if he admitted defeat just like this, he would not only lose the Spirit Spring Treasure Flower—he would also lose all face.

"Since you won't let me live, don't think you'll get off easy either!" Li Yue snarled viciously. He formed seals with both hands, and a strange blood aura erupted from his body.

This was his trump card, a secret art that could increase his strength several times over for a short period. The price, however, was a decline in cultivation and even damage to his foundation.

"Boom!"

With the secret art's enhancement, Li Yue's aura soared instantly.

He sprang up and punched toward Ye Feng. The earthy-yellow halo around his fist was several times denser than before, carrying the posture of a desperate final battle.

"Ye Feng, a dead genius isn't a genius! Even if you kill me, the sect won't sentence me heavily for the sake of a dead man!" Li Yue laughed madly, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

Because they were fellow disciples, he had not originally intended to kill Li Yue.

But Li Yue's viciousness completely erased his final scruples.

"You want to kill me? You're worthy?" Ye Feng shouted coldly. The True Qi within his body circulated frantically, and the golden light on his fist grew even stronger.

Under the pressure of actual combat, the twenty percent Fist Intent unexpectedly showed faint signs of breaking through, reaching a level close to thirty percent!

"Boom!"

This time, Li Yue's fist was blasted apart outright, reduced to a bloody mess.

Ye Feng's fist force did not diminish. It slammed into Li Yue's chest.

"Pfft!" Li Yue's chest caved inward. He spat blood mixed with fragments of his organs, and his body flew backward again, crashing heavily to the ground. He never moved again.

His eyes were wide open, and he died unable to accept what had happened.

Even at the very end, Li Yue had never imagined that he would fall at the hands of a newcomer in the "third layer of the Qi Gathering Realm."

A brief silence descended beside the Spirit Spring.

The disciples from Li Yue's group stared at Ye Feng in terror. None dared take another step forward; they did not even dare breathe too loudly.

Just then, a burst of footsteps came from the valley entrance.

Ye Feng turned and saw a group of disciples dressed in Baiyang Sect robes entering. Leading them was Baiyang Sect's number-one genius, Lin Jie, followed closely by its second genius, Fang Xu. More than a dozen Baiyang Sect disciples followed behind them, clearly drawn by the phenomenon of the Spirit Spring Treasure Flower.

The moment Lin Jie entered the valley, he saw Li Yue's corpse and the blood covering the ground. He then looked at the aura around Ye Feng and slightly furrowed his brows.

The peak of the ninth layer of the Qi Gathering Realm, with faint fluctuations of Fist Intent.

Clearly, Ye Feng had won the battle just now.

Li Yue was actually killed? This Ye Feng is more formidable than the rumors claim. Lin Jie's expression turned grave.

Almost at the same time, footsteps came from the other side of the valley as well.

The Feiyun Sect disciples entered, surrounding Zhao Yu, with Ding Hao among them.

Zhao Yu saw the corpse on the ground, then looked at Ye Feng. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes before he asked the disciples from Li Yue's group, "What happened?"

That disciple answered shakily, "Senior Brother Zhao Yu... Ye Feng took the Spirit Spring Treasure Flower. Senior Brother Li Yue tried to seize it, but Ye Feng killed him..."

At those words, Zhao Yu's gaze toward Ye Feng became even stranger.

He knew how strong Li Yue was. A body-refining cultivator at the tenth layer of the Qi Gathering Realm had actually been killed by Ye Feng, whose cultivation was only at the peak of the ninth layer?

This strength had already far surpassed that of others at the same level.

Ding Hao stood at the very back of the group. When he saw Ye Feng's figure, his body involuntarily trembled.

He had originally joined Zhao Yu's group to earn more resources, raise his strength, and then seek revenge on Ye Feng. But now that he saw Ye Feng could even kill Li Yue—and that even the people from Baiyang Sect were somewhat wary of him—the thought of revenge in his heart completely died out, leaving only despair.

He hurriedly lowered his head, afraid that Ye Feng would notice him and bring retribution down on him.

Ye Feng ignored the gazes of the Feiyun Sect disciples. He turned toward the people from Baiyang Sect and said coldly, "The disciples of Feiyun Sect discovered this Spirit Spring first. People from Baiyang Sect, leave at once. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Just you?" Fang Xu snorted coldly and reached behind him to grip a huge Dark Iron Staff.

"You're a murderer who just killed a fellow disciple, yet you dare act arrogantly in front of us? I'd like to see how much ability you really have!"

Before his voice had even faded, Fang Xu charged toward Ye Feng. The Dark Iron Staff tore through the air with a howling gale as it smashed toward Ye Feng's head.

He considered himself Baiyang Sect's second genius. His strength surpassed Li Yue's, so he had never taken Ye Feng seriously.

Ye Feng's expression remained calm. Facing the descending staff, he casually threw out a punch.

A golden fist shadow flashed, and twenty percent Fist Intent erupted.

With a clang, the Dark Iron Staff was sent flying. It stabbed into a distant rock, humming and vibrating.

Before Fang Xu could react, Ye Feng had already closed in and punched him in the shoulder.

"Crack!" Fang Xu's shoulder bone shattered instantly. He let out a shrill scream, and his body flew backward, crashing heavily in front of Lin Jie and smashing out a huge pit. He could not get up for a long while.

The valley once again fell into shock.

Baiyang Sect's second genius, Fang Xu, had actually been knocked down by a single punch from Ye Feng?

This strength was far too monstrous!

The surprise in Zhao Yu's eyes deepened.

He had originally thought that defeating Li Yue was already Ye Feng's limit. He had never expected Ye Feng to defeat even Fang Xu with ease. Ye Feng's strength had already exceeded his expectations.

Lin Jie looked at Fang Xu lying on the ground, then at Ye Feng. A towering fury ignited in his eyes.

Ye Feng had repeatedly humiliated Baiyang Sect's disciples. This was a provocation against Baiyang Sect's dignity!

He abruptly drew the long blade at his waist. Dark Cyan True Qi erupted instantly, and a profound force of intent surged across the blade.

"Ye Feng, you dared injure the disciples of Baiyang Sect. Today, I'll teach you a proper lesson on behalf of Feiyun Sect!" Lin Jie shouted coldly. The intent on the blade grew denser and denser until Ye Feng and the surrounding disciples clearly recognized it.

One-tenth Blade Intent!

Before his voice had even faded, Lin Jie raised the long blade and slashed at Ye Feng. The Dark Cyan blade light carried a bitter killing intent as it shot straight toward Ye Feng's face.