Luo Feng and his group walked away from the crowd, discussions about the recent incident echoing around them.

Hearing these voices, Ling Qingwu and the other disciples from Linglong Hall recalled Lu Xiao Yun’s earlier domineering attitude, and their expressions soured.

“Senior Brother Luo Feng, Senior Sister Ling Qingwu, are you alright?” Nanxuan asked. She noticed Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu didn’t look well, thinking they must have been seriously injured from blocking Lu Xiao Yun’s attack.

Ling Qingwu’s gaze was cold. She shook her head without speaking, but the look in her eyes had become incredibly sharp.

Luo Feng said, “I’m fine, it’s just a minor injury. Don’t worry.”

Nanxuan looked down, biting her red lip and gritting her teeth in frustration. “Lu Xiao Yun really went too far! How could he hold a Senior Brother accountable without distinguishing right from wrong, and even intend to cripple his cultivation? Does he think he can do whatever he wants just because he’s powerful?”

Ling Qingwu suddenly said, “What’s so surprising about that? Strength and character are unrelated. Those ruthless disciples of the Demon Sect can still cultivate to extremely high realms. The True Martial Continent has always been a cruel world where the weak never have a say. If you don’t want to be bullied, then strive to become strong.”

Hearing this, Nanxuan pursed her lips and said no more.

Luo Feng glanced at Ling Qingwu, somewhat surprised by her words.

But it is the truth.

Ling Qingwu looked at Luo Feng, her eyes flickering as if she wanted to say something.

“Watch out!”

Suddenly, Luo Feng’s ears twitched, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Yuan Qi surged wildly from his body, forming a semi-circular shield of Gang Qi around Luo Feng that enveloped everyone. Activating his Sky Cloud Step, his figure flashed and reappeared a hundred meters away.

BOOM!

Just as they moved, a thunderous explosion erupted where they had stood. A large crater, tens of meters wide, tore open the street. Debris flew, and the powerful shockwave sent nearby Martial Artists, who couldn’t dodge in time, flying. They spat out mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, and the entire street descended into chaos.

“An archery master is ambushing us! Be careful!” Ling Qingwu exclaimed, her beautiful eyes narrowed as she looked at the massive crater, her treasured sword instantly drawn from its sheath with a CLANG.

At the bottom of the pit lay a two-foot-long black arrow, faintly shimmering with a bloody light and emitting intense Yuan Qi fluctuations.

To be able to condense Yuan Qi onto an arrow and keep it from dispersing, one had to be at least a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, and with a considerable cultivation at that.

“Could it be Lu Xiao Yun and his group?” Lin Yue’er, Lanyu, and the others had ugly expressions. Looking at the terrifying crater, they still felt a lingering fear.

If Luo Feng hadn’t detected it in time, they probably wouldn’t have been able to avoid that arrow.

“Huh? Where’s Senior Brother Luo Feng?” Nanxuan, who had been standing beside Luo Feng, realized he had vanished at some point.

「A kilometer away, in the shadows of a high-rise building, stood a long-faced Martial Artist holding a blood-red longbow.」

This man was Song Fei, a retainer of the Evil Wolf Adventure Group in Red Valley City.

Damn it! How did this kid detect my Blood Breakthrough Arrow! he thought, his face filled with frustration and shock as he gazed at the distant street.

His Blood Breakthrough Arrow traveled at five times the speed of sound, covering a thousand meters in half a breath. He had believed that at such close range, especially with Luo Feng injured, there was absolutely no chance of missing the kill.

However, reality had starkly differed from his expectations. It was as if Luo Feng had eyes in the back of his head, detecting the arrow the moment it left the bowstring.

This kid is strange. The opportunity is lost; I’d better leave now…

Recalling the look in Luo Feng’s eyes when he faced Lu Xiao Yun, the long-faced Martial Artist’s brow twitched violently. He suppressed his aura and prepared to leave.

“AH!”

Just as he turned, his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets, and he let out a terrified scream.

On the rooftop, a figure had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

The figure wore a light blue, close-fitting attire and had a tall, straight posture. His refined features had a hint of youthfulness, yet his gaze was incredibly imposing, giving him an air of natural authority and handsome elegance.

“Luo Feng!”

The long-faced Martial Artist felt his mind reel, his eyes wide with disbelief. He hadn’t noticed when or how Luo Feng had appeared.

“Blood Rain Tumult!”

With a glint in his eyes, the long-faced Martial Artist circulated his Yuan Qi. His figure shot into the air as he drew his bow, loosing an arrow from above to lock down the space around Luo Feng.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The blood-colored arrow whistled out, surrounded by an intense crimson glow. It suddenly exploded, transforming into countless fine, blood-red threads that rained down like a torrential storm.

A cold smirk touched Luo Feng’s lips. His aura surged limitlessly as he threw a punch straight ahead.

BOOM!

The tyrannical fist-force tore through the air, forming a spiraling current of energy that rushed forward.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sky full of blood-colored Gang Qi arrows exploded upon contact with the fist-force. Its remaining power, undiminished, slammed viciously into the long-faced Martial Artist.

SPURT!

His Protective Gang Energy shattered. The long-faced Martial Artist vomited a large mouthful of blood, his heart gripped by utter terror.

He too was a Martial Artist at the early stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm’s sixth level. Even if his strength couldn’t compare to true martial arts geniuses, he was no pushover. Yet, his full-power attack had been so fragile before Luo Feng!

Escape!

Without the slightest hesitation, the long-faced Martial Artist gritted his teeth, pushed his speed to its absolute limit, and fled into the distance.

“Think you can escape?”

A light flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes. The Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber was instantly unsheathed, and a chilling saber light slashed out at astonishing speed.

SLICE!

With a flash of the blade, a head soared high into the air. The long-faced Martial Artist’s mouth hung agape, his eyes wide with eternal disbelief.

Even at his last moment, he couldn’t understand it. He had clearly concealed his killing intent, so why had Luo Feng still detected it?

Luo Feng glanced at the long-faced Martial Artist’s corpse, his expression impassive.

During his fight with Duan Lin, he had faintly sensed a subtle killing intent locked onto him and had remained vigilant. The moment the opponent attacked, he had pinpointed their location.

CLANG!

The Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber slid back into its sheath. Luo Feng glanced towards the street to the west.

At that moment, Ling Qingwu and the others hurried over.

“Luo Feng, are you alright?” Ling Qingwu asked.

Luo Feng shook his head. “He was just an early-stage Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm’s sixth level. He couldn’t threaten me.”

Ling Qingwu nodded, not thinking Luo Feng’s words were arrogant.

In her judgment, Luo Feng’s current strength was enough to contend with a late-stage Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm’s sixth level.

“Who was that person? Why did he ambush us?” Nanxuan asked curiously, noticing the deceased wasn’t Lu Xiao Yun or his companions.

Luo Feng shook his head and said, “I don’t know him either.”

“Huh, Song Fei!” Lanyu exclaimed, her expression turning to shock as she recognized the corpse on the ground.

“Lanyu, you know him?”

Lanyu nodded, her voice cold. “This man is Song Fei, a retainer of the Evil Wolf Adventure Group. In his early years, he was a renowned archer in the martial world. I don’t know what conditions Cui Bo offered him to make him become a retainer for the Evil Wolf Adventure Group.”

“The Evil Wolf Adventure Group… So it was them.” Luo Feng nodded, not overly surprised. He had vaguely sensed a familiar figure earlier; thinking back, it must have been Cui Bo.

“That bastard Cui Bo! He must have planned to ambush you while you were injured from fighting Duan Lin! Luo Feng, how did you spot Song Fei earlier?” Lanyu’s face was frosty. She dared not imagine the consequences if Luo Feng hadn’t acted in time.

Luo Feng naturally wouldn’t reveal it was due to his powerful Soul Power. He said calmly, “I was always worried Cui Bo might show up, so I remained vigilant. I just didn’t expect him to actually come.”

Glancing at the long-faced Martial Artist’s corpse, Luo Feng gave a cold smile. “But this is perfect. I was planning to look for them anyway. Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“The Evil Wolf Adventure Group’s headquarters.”

With those words, Luo Feng circulated his Yuan Qi and sped towards the Red Valley City adventure group headquarters.

「In the western part of Red Valley City stood a magnificent mansion, its high walls and red-tiled roof giving it an imposing presence.」

WHOOSH!

With a sound of rushing air, a figure landed before the large, vermilion gate.

“Who goes there? Daring to trespass at the Evil Wolf Adventure Group? Do you have a death wish?”

“Huh, it’s the Captain!”

“Captain, didn’t you go with Elder Song Fei to watch the duel? Why are you back alone? Where is Elder Song Fei?”

The Evil Wolf Adventure Group Martial Artists guarding the vermilion gate immediately questioned the hastily appearing Cui Bo.

“Silence!” Cui Bo snapped, turning and entering the mansion, leaving the guards bewildered.

Hurrying into the mansion, Cui Bo made his way to a luxurious hall, sat in the main seat, and reached out a slightly trembling right hand for the teacup on the table.

CRASH!

His hand unsteady, the teacup slipped from his fingers, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

“Dammit!”

BANG!

Cui Bo’s eyes were bloodshot as he slammed his palm on the table, smashing it to smithereens.

Staring at the shattered teacup on the ground, his expression turned vicious. How is that possible? In just half a month, how has that whelp become so strong!

Recalling the scene of Luo Feng effortlessly slaying Song Fei, Cui Bo’s heart pounded uncontrollably, his face draining of all color.

Half a month ago, Luo Feng, even using his full strength, could barely withstand a single blow from him.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent had actually stepped into the sixth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. His strength was now unfathomable; even Song Fei wasn’t his match for a single round. If he hadn’t seen things were going south and fled quickly, he too would likely have been splattered with blood on the spot.

Who would have thought Lanyu’s luck was so good, to have roped in such a powerful backer… Forget it. For now, I’ll maintain a good relationship with her and wait for an opportunity to seek revenge later!

While Cui Bo was contemplating how to handle the aftermath, an adventure group Martial Artist rushed into the hall, saying urgently, “Captain, there are visitors.”

“Tell them to get lost! I’m not seeing anyone today!” Cui Bo roared.

“But…” The Martial Artist’s expression was somewhat odd.

“Captain Cui, turning people away like this seems a bit too inhospitable, don’t you think?” a clear voice suddenly called from outside the hall.

Cui Bo looked up, his heart sinking. Luo Feng and his group were slowly walking into the main hall. Dozens of elite Evil Wolf Adventure Group Martial Artists surrounded them, glaring menacingly but not daring to advance even half a step.

All those who had tried to stop them were now groaning in pain in the courtyard; none of them dared to make another move.

“Luo Feng!” Cui Bo’s pupils contracted, and he shot up from his seat.

Luo Feng said indifferently, “Captain Cui, I trust you’ve been well.”

Cui Bo’s eyes flickered, then his face broke into a wide smile. “Luo Feng, Lanyu, and all you disciples of Linglong Hall, what wind blew you here? What are you lot still gawking for?” he then roared at the Evil Wolf Adventure Group Martial Artists gripping their weapons. “Honored guests have arrived, hurry up and prepare tea!”

“We won’t need tea,” Luo Feng said calmly, looking at Cui Bo. “I’ve only come this time to deliver a gift to Captain Cui.”

“A gift?” Cui Bo was taken aback.

Lanyu stepped forward, and with a wave of her hand, a dark object landed steadily before Cui Bo.

“AH!”

Seeing the object on the ground, Cui Bo screamed and collapsed back into his seat.

On the ground lay a large human head—it was Song Fei, the retainer of the Evil Wolf Adventure Group.

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