Genius Du Feng?

"Interesting. You're much stronger than those two pieces of trash just now." Ye Feng rolled his wrist and spoke indifferently. "No wonder you dared to be so arrogant—you do have some capital."

Du Feng drew a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the shock in his heart. He admitted that he had underestimated this Feiyun Sect disciple. The other man truly was a genius.

But so what if he was a genius? Having provoked Du Feng, he would still die!

"Being able to take one palm strike from me means you have some skill." Du Feng's gaze was icy, his killing intent growing even stronger. "But it only means you'll live a little longer!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Ye Feng raised a brow and continued to mock him. "That's all your attack can do? And you're supposed to be the number one genius of the Baiyang Sect's Outer Court? I'd say you're nothing special."

"Sharp-tongued bastard!" Du Feng roared, so enraged by Ye Feng's mockery that smoke seemed to pour from his seven apertures. "Since you're in such a hurry to be reincarnated, I'll send you on your way!"

As his words fell, Du Feng abruptly drew the sword at his waist!

Clang!

A crisp Sword Cry rang through the woods. The blade was long and narrow, cold light flickering across it; one look was enough to tell that it was no ordinary weapon.

Seeing Du Feng draw his sword, Qian Bao, who had been hiding behind them, immediately revealed a look of delighted excitement, as though he had seen a savior.

"Great! Brother Feng is getting serious!" Qian Bao shouted excitedly, as if he could already see Ye Feng's miserable end, cleaved in two. "Kid! You're dead! This is Brother Feng's strongest trump card—a Human-grade Top-tier Sword Art cultivated to the Perfection Realm! Even Qi Gathering Realm cultivators can't withstand it! You're dead!"

A Human-grade Top-tier Sword Art?

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Human-grade Martial Skills were divided into four ranks: low-tier, mid-tier, high-tier, and top-tier.

A top-tier sword art was already the pinnacle among Human-grade Martial Skills, its power far surpassing that of high-tier arts!

With his longsword in hand, Du Feng's aura surged once more, reaching its peak! His figure darted rapidly, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, while a fierce sword intent radiated from his body.

"Sword Cry, Long Rainbow!"

Du Feng roared, raising the longsword high above his head. A powerful aura erupted from the blade, which seemed to turn crimson as faint sounds of wind and thunder echoed around it.

The next instant, he slashed down fiercely!

An incomparably condensed streak of red Sword Qi shot forth like a racing scarlet rainbow, carrying a terrifying pressure as though a mountain had descended, and hacked viciously toward Ye Feng!

This sword strike was Du Feng's signature technique!

He had once relied on this move to kill a first-level Qi Gathering Realm cultivator in reverse!

Its power was boundless!

"Die!" A flash of cruelty and smug satisfaction passed through Du Feng's eyes. He seemed to have already seen Ye Feng torn to pieces by the Sword Qi.

Yet in the face of this incomparably powerful sword strike, Ye Feng remained standing in place, utterly unafraid. He did not even move.

"Hm? What is he trying to do? Take it head-on?" Du Feng froze, then a blaze of fury rose in his heart at being slighted. "Arrogant! Since you want a more miserable death, I'll grant your wish!"

He thought Ye Feng had either been scared stupid or intended to rely on his powerful body to take this sword strike head-on. That was simply courting death!

Du Feng held nothing back. He erupted with all the True Qi within his body and poured it into the Long Rainbow Sword Qi, causing its power to soar once again! He abandoned the thought of tormenting Ye Feng and decided to kill him outright with a single strike!

Just as that scarlet Long Rainbow Sword Qi was about to hit Ye Feng—

Ye Feng moved!

He finally moved!

He slowly drew the ordinary Iron Sword he had received from the Feiyun Sect's Outer Court. His movements were not fast, yet they carried an inexplicable rhythm.

The next instant, he moved!

He struck later, yet arrived first!

Ye Feng's figure flashed like a ghost, evading the edge of the Sword Qi as the Iron Sword in his hand slashed out at an unimaginable angle!

"Gale Sword!"

The Gale Sword at the Perfection Realm was unleashed in an instant!

The sword emerged like the wind, fierce beyond compare!

More importantly, a faint, nearly imperceptible sharp aura coiled around Ye Feng's Iron Sword—the Nascent Sword Intent!

Clang!

A crisp ring of metal striking metal sounded.

Ye Feng's Iron Sword, though launched later, arrived first, striking Du Feng's Long Rainbow Sword Qi with incomparable precision!

Crack!

A teeth-grinding sound of breaking rang out!

Du Feng's personal sword, said to cut iron like mud, snapped like paper!

"What?!" Du Feng's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with stunned disbelief! His Human-grade Top-tier Sword Art, his personal sword, had actually... broken?!

But his shock was far from over!

After severing Du Feng's longsword, the Iron Sword in Ye Feng's hand did not slow in the slightest. Carrying an unstoppable, razor-sharp sword intent, it easily sliced through Du Feng's neck as though cutting tofu!

Splurt!

Blood sprayed wildly!

Du Feng's head soared into the sky, tracing a miserable arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. His eyes were wide open, unwilling to rest even in death!

A column of blood several feet high erupted from the headless body before it collapsed to the ground with a crash.

The number one genius of Baiyang Sect's Outer Court, Du Feng, had fallen!

The entire forest instantly sank into deathly silence.

Only the rustling of wind through the leaves remained, along with Qian Bao's ragged wheezing, like a leaking bellows.

Qian Bao was utterly dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Du Feng's rolling head, then at Ye Feng, who held the Iron Sword and stood drenched in blood like a demon god. His mind was completely blank.

"Senior Brother Du... is dead?" Qian Bao muttered, his face filled with shock and terror. "Senior Brother Du, invincible among those of the same realm... was actually... killed in a single strike?"

How was that possible?! That was Senior Brother Du, who could kill cultivators of the Qi Gathering Realm despite being below their level! How could he have been slain with one sword strike by an obscure disciple of Feiyun Sect?!

Ye Feng slowly turned around, his gaze like icy blades as it settled upon Qian Bao, the last remaining disciple of Baiyang Sect.

The moment he felt Ye Feng's frigid gaze, Qian Bao felt as though a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. He instantly snapped back to his senses as overwhelming terror seized his heart.

"Don't... don't kill me! Spare me! Please spare me, Senior!" With a thud, Qian Bao dropped to his knees and frantically kowtowed to Ye Feng. "Senior! I was wrong! I failed to recognize Mount Tai before my eyes! I shouldn't have offended you! It was all Du Feng! He was the one who ordered us! I'm innocent! Please, Senior, be magnanimous and spare this lowly life of mine! I'll never dare do it again!"

As he kowtowed, he wept and begged for mercy, his posture humble to the extreme.

Ye Feng looked at him expressionlessly, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

He had never regarded such a jumping clown as worthy of notice. Leaving him alive would only bring future trouble.

Ye Feng said nothing and merely walked slowly toward Qian Bao.

"Se... Senior..." Seeing Ye Feng approach, Qian Bao revealed a flicker of hope, thinking that Ye Feng intended to spare him.

But in the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Ye Feng walked up to him without even giving him another glance. He simply raised his right hand casually and slapped it onto the top of Qian Bao's head.

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out.

Qian Bao's head burst open like a watermelon, red and white splattering across the ground. He died on the spot.