Terrifying Instant Kill, The Ultimate Trump Card!

A second-tier defensive treasure—such a precious item.

Even he did not possess one.

Jiang Deyun's own weapon was merely first-tier.

To obtain a second-tier weapon required a long time to save enough for one.

That blade was wrapped in terrifying, boundless True Qi.

As it bore down, Lin Feng's subordinates behind him went stiff all over.

As if plunged into an ice cellar!

Hu Biao was especially terrified; he was only at Body Tempering Seventh Level, facing a figure as great as Jiang Deyun.

He was as weak as an ant!

After all, when he had faced the weakened second-tier Snake Demon before, Hu Biao hadn't even lasted a single exchange.

Now, Jiang Deyun at full strength was more than ten times stronger than that Snake Demon.

One slash of the blade carried a divine might.

The other Demon Suppression Guards were filled with dread, certain that a tragedy was about to befall Lin Feng.

And after Lin Feng died, it would be their turn!

Yet, in an instant.

Clang!!

A sound of clashing steel rang out in the field.

Striking straight into everyone's hearts.

All their eardrums felt a sharp pain!

But the scene they had anticipated—Lin Feng being cut in half—did not happen.

Lin Feng did not dodge.

He simply stood still, and Jiang Deyun's blade struck him right in the waist.

Yet, for some reason, it failed to cut Lin Feng in two?

Jiang Deyun's subordinates all wore expressions of utter shock.

What was going on?

They knew their leader's strength better than anyone—he was incredibly powerful.

Logically, with that one slash, Lin Feng should have been on his way to the afterlife.

Could it be that Jiang Deyun had held back at the critical moment?!

At that moment, no one understood the situation better than Jiang Deyun himself.

He had not held back at all.

It was just that the blade felt as if it had struck Mysterious Iron, producing only a sound of clashing steel, yet unable to harm Lin Feng.

A look of immense shock appeared in Jiang Deyun's eyes!

He knew what had caused this—it was naturally the body cultivation technique Lin Feng practiced!

What kind of body technique was this, to be able to withstand his blade?!

In the blink of an eye.

A mere second passed in the flurry of thoughts.

And Lin Feng struck in that instant.

Seizing the moment of Jiang Deyun's inner shock.

He unleashed a full-force Bone Corroding Seven Kill Palm at Great Success!

Earlier, Lin Feng had also activated all states of the Iron Shirt.

His skin, bones, and Meridians had become as tough as metal!

Ordinary weapons could not harm him at all.

And this palm strike carried extraordinary power.

Boom!!

The palm exploded forth rapidly, seven layers of palm imprints stacking upon each other, and in an instant, its force directly shattered Jiang Deyun's protective True Qi.

Jiang Deyun felt an irresistible palm force surging toward him.

He was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

With a clatter, the blade crashed to the ground, and Jiang Deyun's body slammed heavily into the earth.

"This?!"

"Boss, boss!"

Jiang Deyun's subordinates were utterly horrified at the sight!

They even wondered if they were seeing things.

Their boss, a Houtian Third Layer Martial Artist.

Had actually been sent flying by a Body Tempering Realm Martial Artist?

As if he had no power to fight back at all!

Jiang Deyun quickly lifted his head, his face a mix of shock and fury. He was about to say something, but ended up spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

What a terrifying palm strike!

This palm had exploded at close range, its power indescribable—its grade must be extremely high!

"You..."

After recovering for a moment, Jiang Deyun stared at Lin Feng.

His face was full of bewildered shock.

He didn't understand why that blade strike hadn't even broken through Lin Feng's defense.

Nor did he understand what grade of martial art Lin Feng's palm strike was, for it to be so overwhelmingly powerful.

"So, this is the strength of a Houtian Third Layer Martial Artist?"

"It doesn't seem all that strong..."

Lin Feng's eyes flickered.

He was also quite surprised by the palm strike he had just delivered.

Jiang Deyun was weaker than he had imagined!

He had thought it would take several more palm strikes.

Unexpectedly, a single move had already crippled his opponent.

The hard-fought battle he had anticipated never came.

Clean and decisive, finished with one palm.

Lin Feng's entire body radiated a terrifying aura as he stepped step by step toward Jiang Deyun.

In that instant.

Many of Jiang Deyun's subordinates grew fearful, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

This guy was practically a Prodigy.

A Body Tempering Realm cultivator, leaping across tiers to crush a Houtian Realm Martial Artist!

Jiang Deyun struggled to his feet, his expression extremely ugly!

Lin Feng's strength far exceeded his expectations.

This man's body-tempering martial art must be of an extremely high grade!

But at this moment, it was not the time to ponder his opponent's hidden cards.

Judging by Lin Feng's posture, he intended to personally finish him off.

Jiang Deyun was no fool, so he certainly wouldn't waste words begging for mercy.

In an instant, he took out that vial of poison gifted by Captain Zhao.

Made from a demonic beast, the Black Evil Centipede.

Any Martial Artist above Houtian Sixth Layer who smelled it would lose their combat ability in no time.

"Lin Feng! Don't get cocky!"

"Your old man still has a trump card—you're dead for sure!"

Jiang Deyun growled, immediately took out a pill, and swallowed it.

Then, he opened that jade bottle.

The Poison Mist was released instantly.

It drifted in the direction Lin Feng was approaching.

The pill Jiang Deyun had swallowed was the antidote to this Poison Mist.

Taken in advance, it would render him immune to harm.

Once the poison was released.

Jiang Deyun's subordinates, as well as Lin Feng's subordinates.

All smelled it in an instant.

Every single one of them had their expressions drastically change.

The Body Tempering Realm Martial Artists all felt the power within their bodies become unusable.

As if they had suddenly turned into ordinary people.

No, even weaker than an ordinary person.

"What... how do I have no strength at all?!"

"Suddenly feeling so weak..."

"Is it... was it that Poison Mist just now?!"

Many were horrified.

Among the Demon Suppression Guards who had been hit, some couldn't even hold their knives steady.

They were nearly on the verge of passing out.

"HAHAHAHA!"

"Hmph! This Poison Mist was refined from a demon—anyone who inhales it instantly loses their strength!"

Seeing this, Jiang Deyun slowly straightened his body.

He looked at Lin Feng with lingering fear, relief flooding his heart!

At the same time, he couldn't help but admire Captain Zhao.

As expected, anyone who could become a Captain was no simple character.

If not for the Poison Mist Captain Zhao had given him, today he, a Houtian Realm Martial Artist, would have died at the hands of a Body Tempering Realm Martial Artist.

"Lin Feng!"

Jiang Deyun's face twisted into a snarl. "You managed to defeat someone a realm above you—who knows how many secrets you're hiding!"

"Lucky for me, once I kill you, all those secrets will be mine!"

With that, Jiang Deyun picked up the blade from the ground.

He strode toward Lin Feng!

Though heavily wounded by that palm strike, he still had a sliver of strength left.

And at this moment, Lin Feng across from him...

His expression showed slight surprise, but his eyes held not a trace of panic.

He looked around, watching the Demon Suppression Guards collapse weakly.

Then he clenched his fist, finding that his own strength remained completely unaffected.

"It seems... it's because of 'Averting Evil'?"

Lin Feng understood inwardly.