Martial King? A Matter of One Blade!

Zhao Wannian.

The Zhao Family patriarch, Martial King First Stage.

The ceiling above the treasury shattered into powder the moment he landed, the rock layer blasted away by the shockwave of Martial King-level blood energy.

Gravel and dust filled the air, the underground chamber's lights flickering unsteadily.

Lin Feng's hair was blown backward by the gale.

This pressure was more terrifying than any enemy he had ever faced.

The gap between a Martial Ancestor and a Martial King was far from something a single minor realm could bridge.

Zhao Wannian stood at the edge of the collapsed breach, graying hair disheveled, his old eyes bloodshot as they swept over the corpses of Zhao Family Martial Artists strewn across the floor and the half-emptied treasury.

"You."

The word was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

No second word followed.

Zhao Wannian struck directly.

Martial King Gale Force condensed into a sky-covering giant hand, slamming down from above with a thunderous crash.

That giant hand was three meters wide, Gale Force solidified into substance, even showing vein-like patterns pulsing on its surface.

The air was crushed into a sharp screech, the underground floor cracking open before the hand even landed.

Lin Feng drew his blade.

The System Panel flashed at the edge of his vision.

Steel of the Blade: 500/500, Ultimate Effect Activated—Every Strike a Critical Hit!

All the Dark Gold Spirit Patterns on Mountain Splitter lit up, the entire blade wrapped in a layer of golden light, the hum of the blade filling the entire underground chamber.

Lin Feng did not retreat.

He stepped forward.

Mountain-Breaking Slash.

Mountain Splitter slashed upward from below.

A golden Gale Wind tore from the blade, expanding several times in size the moment it left the sword, carrying penetration and critical hit effects, crashing head-on into Zhao Wannian's Martial King Gale Force giant hand.

Boom—!

The entire underground chamber trembled.

The ground exploded, gravel flying everywhere.

The golden Gale Wind tore through the giant hand.

Not shattered—cut open.

The Gale Force giant hand split in two from the center, residual energy scattering to both sides, blasting two massive craters into the walls.

And the momentum of the Gale Wind did not diminish.

The golden arc of blade energy shot straight toward Zhao Wannian's face.

Zhao Wannian's pupils contracted violently in that instant.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, Martial King-level blood energy condensing into a blood-colored protective barrier on his body's surface.

Too late.

The blade energy struck his arms, the blood-colored barrier shattered, and he was sent flying directly, his back slamming into the rock wall behind the underground chamber.

A large chunk of the rock wall collapsed, burying half his body in rubble.

Zhao Wannian struggled out of the debris, lowering his head to look at his chest.

A bloodstain.

Cut diagonally from his left shoulder to his right ribs, deep enough to see bone, blood gushing out in torrents.

His face was filled with disbelief.

"You... are a Martial Ancestor?"

Zhao Wannian's voice cracked.

Could a Martial Ancestor unleash an attack of this power?

Impossible.

The force of that blade just now was fiercer than his own full-strength strike.

This wasn't the output a Martial Ancestor should have.

"What the hell are you?" Zhao Wannian crawled out of the rock wall, clutching the wound on his chest, taking two steps back.

Lin Feng rested Mountain Splitter on his shoulder, tilting his head.

"I'm not obligated to explain myself to a dead man."

Zhao Wannian ground his molars to powder, tearing a dark red suit of armor from beneath his robes.

The armor's surface was densely covered with spirit patterns, forged from a blend of red copper and some rare ore, radiating a heavy energy fluctuation.

An A-Rank Red Copper Inner Armor.

One of the Zhao Family's hidden trump cards.

Wearing this, even a full-force strike from a Martial King would be blunted.

As Zhao Wannian slipped the inner armor over his body, his hands suddenly formed a seal, and he spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

The blood turned into a crimson mist in the air, which he inhaled into his body.

Burning essence blood.

His aura swelled within two seconds; his originally pale face flushed red, and veins bulged from his temples all the way down his neck.

"Zhao Family's finishing move, Ten Thousand Jun Smash!"

Zhao Wannian transformed into a streak of crimson light, charging straight at Lin Feng.

His speed had at least doubled.

His power had doubled too.

Lin Feng sneered.

Defensive armor?

Sorry, I have Armor Piercing.

His Psychic Power surged from between his brows, and the moment Zhao Wannian rushed in, twelve B-Rank Psychic Flying Daggers, "Dark Blades," shot out from the cloth pouch.

Twelve black lightning bolts, converging from twelve blind spots simultaneously.

Zhao Wannian's formation was thrown into chaos.

His frontal charge was interrupted, forcing him to divert energy to block those daggers.

He swatted one away.

He swatted a second away.

The third lodged into the gap in his thigh armor.

The fourth grazed past his neck, shaving off a layer of skin.

"A Psychic Master?"

Zhao Wannian's voice twisted in pitch.

"Who the hell are you!"

Lin Feng didn't answer.

He pushed Lost Trace Step to its limit.

Three afterimages scattered, each carrying a tangible presence, closing in on Zhao Wannian from the left, right, and front.

Zhao Wannian punched through the front afterimage, then turned and swatted away the one on the right.

But he didn't find the real body.

The real body was directly above him.

Lin Feng leveraged his descent from the gap in the ceiling, holding Mountain Splitter reversed, aimed at Zhao Wannian's crown.

He channeled his entire blood and qi into the blade.

Armor Piercing effect stacked.

Critical hit on every strike stacked.

The spirit patterns on the A-Rank War Blade flickered wildly.

Zhao Wannian jerked his head up, all the spirit patterns on the Red Copper Inner Armor blazing as they desperately released a defensive field.

Useless.

The moment Mountain Splitter came down, every spirit pattern on the Red Copper Inner Armor shattered.

The A-Rank armor's defensive field was torn through in a single slash.

The blade cleaved into Zhao Wannian's crown and drove all the way down.

Zhao Wannian's body split in two along the blade's path.

The Red Copper Inner Armor shattered into metal shards, clattering across the floor.

Blood sprayed three meters high.

Zhao Family Patriarch Zhao Wannian, Martial King First Stage, died on the spot.

The basement fell silent.

Lin Feng landed, flicking the blood off his blade.

"The Zhao Family ends here."