The Blade Went In White and Came Out Green

"Lu Feng, oh Lu Feng!"

Zhao Long cracked his neck, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"In just a few months, he went from a Third-Rate Martial Artist to Hua Jin Perfection. Four masters of the Hua Jin Perfection joined forces, and you killed them like chickens."

He stared at Lu Feng, his greed undisguised.

"I'm really curious, what secrets are you hiding?"

Don't stare at me like that.

Lu Feng felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze and couldn't help but frown.

"I'm not a bottom, I don't have that kind of fetish."

Zhao Long's smile froze for a moment, his eye twitched, but he quickly recovered.

He wasn't angry; he just shook his head.

"Sharp-tongued. Even on the verge of death, he's still trying to be glib."

I won't reveal my secrets yet.

Lu Feng held his long sword horizontally in front of him, his tone unhurried.

"I've discovered one of your secrets."

"Oh?" Zhao Long raised an eyebrow.

Tell me about it.

"You're just like those four people." Lu Feng said, emphasizing each word.

They're all Half-Demon.

Zhao Long's smile froze instantly.

He was silent for two seconds, then let out a long sigh.

"I truly underestimated you. No one in the Demon-Slaying Bureau has discovered my true identity after all this time!"

"You recognized it at a glance; this only makes me more curious about you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Long suddenly moved.

Black True Essence flowed into his arms, his fingers spread wide, and he grabbed at Lu Feng with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

Black Dragon Extends Its Claw!

The move Zhao Hu used was completely different when executed by Zhao Long.

The thickness and refinement of True Essence completely overwhelmed Nei Jin; wherever the claw shadow passed, the withered leaves and pebbles on the ground were pulverized.

Lu Feng did not dodge. He gripped the knife with both hands, channeling his Nei Jin into the blade as if it were free.

Tyrant Saber Slash!

A domineering Saber Force was unleashed, its energy crisscrossing and forcefully shattering the claw shadows in the air.

"Saber Force!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Zhao Long's face. He forcefully twisted his body in mid-air, switching from offense to defense, and crossed his arms to protect his chest.

True Essence condensed into a layer of black armor on the surface of his arm.

"Bang!"

The Saber Force struck down with a thunderous roar.

Zhao Long was sent flying backward by the blow, sliding several meters on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

The Saber Force slashed through his arm armor, leaving deep gashes from which dark red blood seeped.

Zhao Long looked down at his arm.

"Physical strength, perfect swordsmanship, Saber Force, movement... such achievements in just a few months. Once I capture you, I will definitely uncover all your secrets."

Zhao Long slowly straightened up, blood dripping from his arm onto the ground, but instead he laughed.

"Very well. The stronger you are, the greater the benefits I will receive later."

"Roar!"

A roar that sounded inhuman exploded from deep within Zhao Long's throat.

His robes ripped apart with a crash, and a thick tiger tail burst out from his tailbone.

Its hands and feet quickly twisted and deformed, black and white tiger fur grew on its skin, its fingers became thicker and shorter, its nails fell off, and in their place were five white tiger claws.

His facial muscles twitched and deformed, his cheekbones protruded, and his mouth stretched out like a tear from his lips, with a few thick, stiff tiger whiskers emerging from his lips.

Demon Transformation!

Moreover, the aura emanating from Zhao Long had reached the Mid-Stage Grandmaster.

"A monster!"

Not far away, Lin Miao peeked out from behind the bushes. When she saw Zhao Long's appearance, she trembled all over and almost screamed.

She didn't know what Half-Demon was; all she knew was that the gray-robed man in front of her had turned into a tiger walking upright.

Zhao Long tilted his head slightly and glanced in Lin Miao's direction.

With just one glance, Lin Miao froze on the spot, even her breath caught in her throat.

The killing intent in that glance was more intense than any demonic beast she had ever seen.

"Your opponent is me."

Lu Feng moved to the side, blocking Zhao Long and Lin Miao.

Zhao Long withdrew his gaze and locked it onto Lu Feng again.

Lu Feng looked at Zhao Long, his brows furrowing slightly.

After his Demon Transformation, Zhao Long's cultivation level has risen from the Early Grandmaster to the Mid-Stage Grandmaster.

Yao Qi surged from his body as if it were tangible, forming a dark red aura around him.

Lu Feng dared not be careless in the slightest.

He leaped into the air, channeling Nei Jin inner energy to its fullest extent, and raised his longsword high above his head.

The Nine Layered Wave Slashes is a full-force attack from the start.

"Ta-da!"

The Saber Force and the tiger's claws clashed wildly in mid-air.

With nine slashes, Zhao Long slid backward several feet, kicking two deep trenches into the ground beneath his feet.

He stopped and looked down at his tiger claws.

Only a few shallow knife marks remained on the back of its claws, breaking through a layer of skin, but not much blood seeped out.

Lu Feng frowned.

The Nine Layered Wave Slashes only caused this little damage.

After his Demon Transformation, Zhao Long's physical strength increased by more than one level compared to before.

"No. It's the limbs and torso that Demon Transformation."

Lu Feng's gaze swept quickly over Zhao Long.

"Other places may not have defenses as strong as those for limbs."

Just then, Zhao Long made a move.

With a burst of power from all four legs, his massive body hurtled towards Lu Feng like a cannonball.

Two tiger claws gleamed coldly, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, aimed straight for Lu Feng's face.

At the critical moment, Phantom Steps was activated.

Lu Feng's figure left an afterimage in place, his real body shifting several feet to the side, barely avoiding the claw.

Zhao Long's attack missed its mark, and his tiger claw slammed into the ground, creating a crater half a zhang deep, with gravel and dirt flying everywhere.

Just as Zhao Long's old strength had faded and new strength had been generated, Lu Feng changed his weapon.

He took a longsword out of his storage bag.

He then used Phantom Steps.

Three figures of Lu Feng appeared simultaneously on the open ground, each emanating the exact same aura fluctuations, even the folds of their robes and the expressions on their faces were identical.

Zhao Long raised his head, his eyes scanning back and forth between the three Lu Feng.

The Demon Transformation seemed to impair his judgment; he roared and lunged at the figure closest to him.

"Boom!"

The tiger's claw pierced through the afterimage and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Another huge pitfall.

Right now.

Lu Feng's true form appeared behind Zhao Long, and with a flick of his longsword, he unleashed the Phantom Sword Art.

The sword flashed past Zhao Long's waist.

The sword's edge sliced into the flesh, penetrating several inches, and sprayed a cloud of dark green blood.

Zhao Long felt the pain, and with a sweep of his tiger tail, he simultaneously reached back with one of his tiger claws to grab behind him.

But Lu Feng was no longer there.

His figure shifted between two other afterimages.

Every time Zhao Long lunged at an afterimage, he would strike out with his sword from another direction.

"Good! Pierce his gallbladder with one sword! The white blade goes in, the green blade comes out!"

In the distance, Lin Miao had already crawled out from behind the bushes and was peeking out from behind a large tree to watch the battle.

The swelling on her face hadn't subsided, but her eyes shone brightly. Seeing Zhao Long being stabbed by Lu Feng's sword, she danced with excitement, rattling off one commentary after another.

"Another sword strike! This time it pierced his heart; the white blade went in, and the red blade came out!"

"Ah! This sword pierces his chrysanthemum! The white blade goes in, the yellow blade comes out!"

"Beautiful! That sword pierced the forehead! The blade went in, and it came out!"

"Huh? Why is it lying on the ground not moving?"

"Keep stabbing him!"

"Could it be that he's already lying on the ground?"

Lin Miao spoke faster and faster, her voice trembling with excitement, completely unaware of how astonishing her explanation was.