Second-tier armor—such a precious thing.
Even he had never owned one.
Jiang Deyun's own weapon was only a mere first-tier weapon.
It would take a long time to save up enough for a second-tier weapon.
That slash carried terrifying, boundless True Qi.
As it came crashing down, the men behind Lin Feng froze from head to toe.
As if they'd fallen into an ice cellar!
Hu Biao was even more horrified. He was only at the Body Tempering Seventh Level, and facing someone as important as Jiang Deyun—
he was as weak as an ant!
Back when he faced the weakened second-tier Snake Demon, Hu Biao hadn't even been able to withstand a single blow.
Now, Jiang Deyun was in peak condition, and was at least ten times stronger than that Snake Demon.
That slash came down with the might of a god.
The other Demon Suppression Guards were terrified, certain that a tragedy was about to befall Lin Feng.
And after Lin Feng died, they would be next!
However, in the blink of an eye—
Clang!!
The sound of steel striking steel rang through the scene.
It struck at everyone's heart.
Their eardrums all throbbed with pain!
But the scene they had expected—Lin Feng being cut in half—never happened.
Lin Feng hadn't dodged.
He had simply stood there, while Jiang Deyun's slash struck him at the waist.
Yet, for some reason, it hadn't split Lin Feng in two?
Jiang Deyun's subordinates all looked utterly astonished.
What was going on?
They knew better than anyone how powerful their boss was.
By rights, Lin Feng should have been sent straight to the afterlife by that slash.
Could it be that Jiang Deyun had held back at the last moment?!
At that moment, no one understood what had happened better than Jiang Deyun himself.
He hadn't held back at all.
It was just that his slash had seemed to strike Mysterious Iron. It had made the sound of steel clashing, but hadn't hurt Lin Feng.
Jiang Deyun's eyes filled with sheer horror!
He knew what had caused it: the body-tempering art Lin Feng had cultivated!
What kind of body-tempering art was this? How could it withstand his slash head-on?!
In the time it took to tell, only a second passed as his thoughts raced.
And Lin Feng struck in that instant.
Taking advantage of Jiang Deyun's shock—
Lin Feng unleashed a full-power, Great Success Bone Corroding Seven Kill Palm!
Before this, Lin Feng had also activated every state of Iron Shirt.
His skin, bones, and Meridians had all become as metallic as steel!
Ordinary weapons couldn't hurt him at all.
And this palm strike's might was extraordinary.
Boom!!
The palm erupted in an instant, seven layers of palm force overlapping. Its power, unleashed all at once, shattered Jiang Deyun's protective True Qi.
Jiang Deyun felt an irresistible palm force bearing down on him.
He flew backward, beyond his control.
With a clatter, his blade hit the ground at the same time his body slammed heavily into the earth.
"What?!"
"Boss! Boss!"
Jiang Deyun's subordinates were horrified!
They could hardly believe their eyes.
Their boss, a Houtian Third Layer Martial Artist—
had actually been sent flying by a Body Tempering Realm Martial Artist?
He hadn't even been able to fight back!
Jiang Deyun quickly raised his head, his face a mix of fury and shock. He was just about to speak when he spat out a mouthful of blood.
What a terrifying palm!
It had erupted at close range, its power beyond description. Its grade had to be extremely high!
"You..."
After recovering for a moment, Jiang Deyun glared at Lin Feng.
His face was filled with utter disbelief.
He couldn't understand why that slash hadn't even breached Lin Feng's defenses.
Nor could he understand what grade of martial art Lin Feng's palm strike was, or how it could be so powerful.
"So this is the strength of a Houtian Third Layer Martial Artist?"
"Doesn't seem that strong..."
Lin Feng's eyes flickered.
He was also quite surprised by that palm strike.
Jiang Deyun was weaker than he'd expected!
He'd thought he would need to land several more blows.
He hadn't expected to leave his opponent half-dead with just one move.
The hard-fought battle he'd anticipated never came.
Clean and decisive—one palm, and it was over.
A terrifying aura radiated from Lin Feng as he walked toward Jiang Deyun, step by step.
In that instant—
The many men under Jiang Deyun's command looked fearful, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
This guy was a monster.
A Body Tempering Realm Martial Artist was crushing a Houtian Realm Martial Artist across a whole realm!
Jiang Deyun struggled to his feet, his expression hideous!
Lin Feng was far stronger than he'd imagined.
His body-tempering martial art must have been extremely high-grade!
But this wasn't the time to think about Lin Feng's trump cards.
From the way Lin Feng was approaching, he meant to finish Jiang Deyun off with his own hands.
Jiang Deyun wasn't a fool. Of course he wouldn't waste time begging for mercy.
In an instant, he took out the bottle of poison Captain Zhao had given him.
It had been made from a demon—the Black Evil Centipede.
Any Martial Artist at or above the Houtian Sixth Layer who smelled it would lose their ability to fight in an instant.
"Lin Feng! Don't get cocky!"
"I still have a trump card! You're dead!"
Jiang Deyun growled, immediately taking out a pill and swallowing it.
Then he opened the jade bottle.
Poison Mist burst out in an instant.
It drifted toward Lin Feng.
The pill Jiang Deyun had swallowed was the antidote to the Poison Mist.
Taking it beforehand would keep the poison from harming him.
Once the poison spread—
Jiang Deyun's men and Lin Feng's men all breathed it in.
Every single one of them turned deathly pale.
The Body Tempering Realm Martial Artists all felt that they could no longer use their strength.
It was as if they had suddenly become ordinary people.
No—worse than ordinary people.
"W-what's going on? Why don't I have any strength?!"
"I suddenly feel so weak..."
"Could it be... that Poison Mist from just now?!"
Many were horrified.
Some of the Demon Suppression Guards who had been caught in it could barely even hold on to their blades.
They were almost unconscious.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Hmph! This Poison Mist was refined from a demon. Anyone who breathes it in loses their strength instantly!"
Seeing this, Jiang Deyun gradually straightened up.
He looked at Lin Feng with lingering fear, relief washing over him!
At the same time, he couldn't help admiring Captain Zhao.
As expected, no one who became a Captain was a simple character.
If Captain Zhao hadn't given him the Poison Mist, then today he, a dignified Houtian Realm Martial Artist, would have died at the hands of a Body Tempering Realm Martial Artist.
"Lin Feng!"
Jiang Deyun's expression turned savage. "You can defeat me across a whole realm, so you must have all kinds of secrets!"
"The good news is, once I kill you, every one of your secrets will be mine!"
With that, Jiang Deyun picked up the blade from the ground again.
He charged toward Lin Feng!
Although he'd been badly wounded by that palm, he still had a sliver of strength left.
And Lin Feng, across from him...
looked slightly surprised, but there wasn't the slightest trace of panic in his eyes.
He glanced around and saw the Demon Suppression Guards collapsing helplessly.
He clenched his fist and found that his strength hadn't been affected at all.
"Looks like it's because of 'Averting Evil'?"
Lin Feng understood.
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