Qi Casting Third Layer Still Killed in One Sword Strike

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The gang members patrolling the courtyard saw this scene and erupted into chaos, drawing their blades and surrounding Liu Feng.

"A bunch of ants, and you dare to block me?"

Liu Feng sneered, reaching out with both hands simultaneously.

Blood-colored true qi condensed in his palms, forming two massive blood-red hands that lunged toward the rushing gang members.

Blood-Sucking Devil Palm.

This was a martial skill recorded in the Blood Origin Technique, capable of draining the blood and qi from others to nourish oneself. Those struck by this palm would suffer severe depletion of their vitality at best, or be drained of all their blood and reduced to mummified corpses at worst.

"Ah--"

Screams rose one after another.

The gang members at the front were seized by the blood-red hands, their bodies instantly stiffening as their complexions turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their blood was forcibly extracted through their pores, transforming into wisps of blood mist that merged into Liu Feng's palms.

In just a few breaths, those gang members turned into mummified corpses and collapsed stiffly to the ground.

The remaining gang members were terrified out of their wits, scrambling backward and no longer daring to step forward.

"Chen Xuan, come out and die."

Liu Feng stood in the courtyard, his voice cold and echoing throughout the grounds.

Blood-colored true qi swirled around his body; the blood he had just absorbed circulated within him, making his aura grow even stronger.

"A piece of trash in the Body Tempering realm, and he's worth me making a personal trip?"

A disdainful smile curled Liu Feng's lips.

The information he received was that Chen Xuan had practiced the Vajra Technique and reached the Ninth Stage of Body Tempering, Huajin Realm, making him comparable to an ordinary First Stage of Qi Casting.

But so what?

He was at the Third Stage of Qi Casting, practiced the superior Blood Origin Technique, and had opened forty-eight qi channels. To him, the Ninth Stage of Body Tempering was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.

"Are you looking for me?"

A calm voice drifted from the inner courtyard.

Liu Feng looked toward the sound and saw a youth of seventeen or eighteen walking slowly out of the inner courtyard, dressed in a cyan robe with refined features, holding a long sword in his hand.

"You are Chen Xuan?" Liu Feng looked Chen Xuan up and down, a flash of disdain in his eyes: "My useless brother died at your hands."

"Don't say that." Chen Xuan said with a calm face: "Your brother was indeed trash, but you are also trash. Don't let the pot call the kettle black."

"You're courting death!"

Being called trash by a Body Tempering martial artist caused the killing intent in Liu Feng's eyes to surge.

As his voice fell, Liu Feng struck out with both hands, blood-colored true qi condensing in his palms to form two massive blood-red hands that lunged toward Chen Xuan.

Blood-Sucking Devil Palm.

He used his full strength for this strike.

He wanted to drain Chen Xuan's blood and let him die in agony.

However, facing this fierce palm strike, Chen Xuan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply raised his hand and gave a light flick.

A golden sword qi shot out from the blade, slicing the two blood-red hands in half.

The blood-red hands exploded in mid-air, turning into countless wisps of blood mist that dissipated into the night wind.

"What, you... you aren't at the Ninth Stage of Body Tempering?"

Liu Feng's expression changed.

His Blood-Sucking Devil Palm had actually been broken by the other party with a single sword strike?

The power the other party had just unleashed was clearly true qi.

"When did I ever say I was at the Ninth Stage of Body Tempering?"

Chen Xuan didn't waste any more breath.

The Hanfeng Sword left its scabbard.

Golden sword qi exploded like a thunderclap, and forty-five sword shadows appeared in the air simultaneously, resembling a blooming golden lotus that radiated a brilliant light under the night sky.

Each sword shadow was as solid as reality, exuding a biting killing intent that locked onto every vital point on Liu Feng's body.

"No--"

Liu Feng let out a desperate roar.

The true qi of a top-tier technique at the Fifth Stage of Qi Casting was far superior in quality to the true qi he had cultivated.

In the face of these sword shadows, his true qi was as fragile as paper, torn apart the moment it erupted from his body.

In the end, Liu Feng only managed to let out half a scream before forty-five sword shadows pierced through his body simultaneously.

The sword shadows dissipated, and Liu Feng's body froze in place.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, and a look of disbelief remained frozen on his face.

Even in death, he could not understand why a piece-of-trash outer disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, sent to the remote Tiannan Prefecture, could possess such terrifying strength.

Liu Feng's body began to collapse.

Just like Lei Hu, his body was sliced into tiny chunks of flesh, and blood gushed out, staining the bluestone slabs of the courtyard red.

Silence.

A deathly silence filled the courtyard.

The gang members hiding in the distance stared with wide eyes, watching the scene in disbelief.

Liu Feng, an inner disciple of the Blood Fiend Devil Sect at the third level of the Zhuqi Realm, had been killed by a single strike from their Branch Master?

"Clean... clean this up."

Chen Xuan sheathed his sword and turned to walk back to the study in the inner courtyard.

His expression was calm and his gait steady, as if he had just performed a trivial task.

The door to the study was pushed open.

Chen Xuan walked inside, placed the Hanfeng Sword on the table, and sat back in his chair.

He had just picked up his teacup when the sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

"Branch Master, Young Master Wan Guiyun is here to see you."

A gang member reported from the doorway, his tone tinged with caution.

Young Master Wan?

Chen Xuan's heart stirred, and he set down his teacup: "Let him in."

A moment later, a white figure walked in from outside.

It was none other than Wan Guiyun.

He was still wearing a white robe, and the sword hanging at his waist had been replaced with a new one.

However, Wan Guiyun's face was somewhat pale at this moment—not because of an injury, but as if he had seen something truly terrifying and had been deeply shaken.

"Branch Master Chen..."

Wan Guiyun stood before the desk and bowed, his voice sounding somewhat unnatural.

His gaze rested on Chen Xuan, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

He had just arrived when Liu Feng entered the branch, and there was no mistaking the cultivation of the third level of the Zhuqi Realm.

Yet, Chen Xuan had killed Liu Feng with only one strike.

Just moments ago, he had witnessed with his own eyes Chen Xuan killing Liu Feng with a single sword strike.

An inner disciple of the Blood Fiend Devil Sect, a master at the third level of the Zhuqi Realm who practiced the superior Blood Origin Technique and had opened forty-eight qi channels.

He had been killed instantly by Chen Xuan's sword.

Those forty-five sword shadows, that golden sword qi, that terrifying pressure...

Wan Guiyun closed his eyes, his mind still replaying the scene. He had seen many geniuses and many masters at Ten Thousand Sword Villa.

He could not see through Chen Xuan's exact cultivation level.

But at the age of seventeen, to kill a third-level Zhuqi Realm expert in one strike—even within Ten Thousand Sword Villa, only those few prodigies with top-tier innate talent possessed such strength.

Ten days ago, Chen Xuan had sparred with him and caught his ultimate sword technique with two fingers.

At the time, he had thought the gap between him and Chen Xuan was not that large.

He had become a direct descendant through his exceptional comprehension and was nurtured by the resources of Ten Thousand Sword Villa, pushing his innate talent to the superior level. The reason he had been slow to break through to the Zhuqi Realm was that the technique he practiced was also of the ultimate level, requiring the opening of seventy-two qi channels just for the first level of the Zhuqi Realm. He had believed that once he broke through and mastered his ultimate sword technique, he would surely be able to wash away his shame.

But now he knew just how ridiculously wrong he had been.

If Liu Feng, at the third level of the Zhuqi Realm, could be killed instantly by Chen Xuan, then even if he had now broken through to the first level of the Zhuqi Realm and mastered his ultimate sword technique, he feared it would be difficult to defeat Chen Xuan.