Chapter 66: Jumping off the Cliff

Looking at the old man in front of him, Xu Feng’s expression was solemn. It was extremely difficult to kill this old man before Ling Yong and the others arrived, after all, he was a Ninth Rank Mystic in the small town, and under the heads of the Xiao and Ling families, he was the strongest.

Of course, if he could kill him, it would certainly make the Ling family feel the pain. A Ninth Rank expert was not something that could be easily produced, especially since Uncle Ling had special significance to the Ling family.

"Brat! I'll break your limbs today and throw you off this cliff to feed the wolves!" Uncle Ling glared at Xu Feng, his sharp sword thrusting directly towards Xu Feng’s throat.

Xu Feng’s expression tightened, and he casually swung the precious sword he had just obtained, producing a series of sword whistles. The clear sound of the swords clashing echoed, and both Uncle Ling and Xu Feng were sent flying. Uncle Ling looked at the small notch on his sword, marveling at the sharpness of Xu Feng’s sword, and his desire to kill Xu Feng grew even stronger. Clearly, Xu Feng’s precious sword must have come from the cave.

Uncle Ling’s sword danced, cutting through the air at a tricky angle, aiming directly at Xu Feng’s vital points. With his strength reaching the Ninth Rank, Xu Feng’s eyesight had improved, and although Uncle Ling’s sword moved quickly, Xu Feng could still easily track its path.

This discovery made Xu Feng marvel at the mystic power of the Dao Canon while also giving him more confidence in killing Uncle Ling.

"Clang..."

A collision, Uncle Ling’s sword was deflected by Xu Feng. Feeling the terrifying force transmitted through his sword, Uncle Ling’s heart chilled. Although he was reluctant to believe that Xu Feng had reached that level, Xu Feng’s repeated performances told him that Xu Feng was most likely at the same level as him.

"Ninth Rank Mystic?" Uncle Ling stared at Xu Feng, his voice heavy.

Xu Feng chuckled, "Old man, your eyes aren’t that bad yet!"

Uncle Ling’s expression turned extremely ugly. No one could accept a Mystic who had risen from the Seventh Rank to the Ninth Rank in a short time, which was simply inconceivable. Thinking that this servant was a sorcerer made him even more monstrous.

Xu Feng didn’t know what Uncle Ling was thinking, and with no time to waste, he thrust his sword at Uncle Ling. Although Xu Feng hadn’t learned any sword techniques, the fierce momentum of his thrust still made Uncle Ling take it seriously, quickly changing his sword to meet the attack.

Although Xu Feng had the strength of a Ninth Rank, and even surpassed Uncle Ling due to the lightning tempering of his body, he was still less experienced and skilled. After a while of fighting, they were evenly matched.

Xu Feng felt anxious, and Uncle Ling was equally shocked. He couldn’t imagine that Xu Feng’s strength was even greater than his! His strength was thick and powerful, like lightning, far better than his unstable foundation.

"Damn it! If this brat continues to grow, who in this small town can suppress him?" Uncle Ling cursed, his sword attacks becoming even more intense. He no longer hoped to kill Xu Feng but to hold him off until Ling Yong and the others arrived to surround him.

After a while of entanglement with Uncle Ling, Xu Feng realized he lacked mystic techniques. He gritted his teeth, forming seals with his hands, and his sword blocked Uncle Ling’s attacks.

In the distance, Ling Yong and his men arrived in a grand procession. Seeing Xu Feng entangled with Uncle Ling at the edge of the cliff, they were overjoyed and ordered their men to quickly run to the cliff.

Seeing Ling Yong and his men rushing over, Xu Feng’s expression tightened, and he formed the seals even faster.

"Brat! You’re waiting to die!" Uncle Ling’s face lit up with joy as he saw Ling Yong and his men, but he glared at Xu Feng.

"Wait to die? We’ll see who dies!" Xu Feng snorted, suddenly pointing at Uncle Ling. At that moment, an ice arrow shot out.

Seeing the ice arrow, Uncle Ling’s face changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. But how could Xu Feng give him this chance? His sword blocked Uncle Ling’s waist, and the ice arrow hit him, instantly covering his arm with frost, a terrifying coldness rushing into his body.

Under the impact of the cold, he was slammed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. After reaching the Ninth Rank, Xu Feng’s Ice Seal technique was even more terrifying.

"Scoundrel! Stop!" Ling Yong saw Uncle Ling suddenly fall and Xu Feng boldly stab him with his sword, his face changing drastically as he shouted in panic.

Xu Feng smiled brightly at Ling Yong, showing his white teeth, but his sword didn’t slow down, directly piercing Uncle Ling’s throat.

"You’re asking for death!" Ling Yong’s face changed drastically, never expecting Xu Feng to be so bold, killing their Ninth Rank Mystic, Uncle Ling, who had a special status in the Ling family.

"Shoot! Shoot this brat to death!" Ling Yong shouted, ordering his men who had just come into range.

Seeing Uncle Ling’s throat pierced by Xu Feng’s sword, the men were equally shocked. But hearing Ling Yong’s frantic orders, they quickly drew their bows and shot at Xu Feng.

Xu Feng, whose head was aching from using the Ice Seal technique, struggled to gather his strength, grabbing Uncle Ling’s corpse and using it as a shield. The arrows hit Uncle Ling’s body, protecting Xu Feng.

Ling Yong, seeing Uncle Ling’s body riddled with arrows, his face turned even more terrifying, and he gritted his teeth, his voice cold and icy: "Little bastard, you deserve to die!"

Xu Feng frantically circulated the Dao Canon to recover his spirit. Although his strength had greatly increased, using the Ice Seal technique no longer made him faint, but his head still felt heavy.

"Do you think you can escape? I was going to give you a full body, but since you dared to kill Uncle Ling, I’ll make you suffer!" Ling Yong said coldly.

"Want me to suffer? You’ll have to see if you’re good enough!" Xu Feng laughed, suddenly throwing Uncle Ling’s body and leaping off the cliff.

No one expected this scene. No one could imagine that Xu Feng would be so resolute, choosing to jump off the cliff to die.

However, they soon discovered that after Xu Feng fell for a moment, his speed became extremely slow, and he wouldn’t die from the fall.

Xu Feng had thought about jumping off the cliff to escape when he fled to the cliff. With the experience from his previous encounter with Liu Qianru, he brought a parachute this time to ensure his safety. This time, it was undoubtedly more mature and safer.

Seeing Xu Feng slowly falling, Ling Yong shouted in anger: "Shoot! Shoot him to death!"

The men quickly shot arrows at Xu Feng, but since he had already jumped a considerable distance, even though the arrows were shot downward, their range was not enough. Moreover, Xu Feng chose to stick close to the cliff, making the arrows unable to pose any real threat to him.

Seeing Xu Feng disappear from their sight, the men looked at each other. Especially seeing Uncle Ling lying on the ground, they took a deep breath. This was a Ninth Rank Mystic, the first expert under the head of the Ling family, and he was killed by Xu Feng?

Everyone felt cold sweat pouring down their backs, unable to imagine how strong this servant was. Could he kill a Ninth Rank? Was he a Tenth Rank? Had he reached the same level as the head of the family?

Thinking of this possibility, they felt a chill run through their bodies, and they had an inexplicable fear of Xu Feng.

Moreover, the most important thing was that Xu Feng was so bold as to kill Uncle Ling. Wouldn’t the head of the Ling family go berserk?

"Take Uncle Ling’s body!" Ling Yong’s face was terrifyingly cold. The men knew that the young master was extremely angry. After all, Uncle Ling, who had a special status in the family, was killed. How could he not be enraged?

"You few take Uncle Ling’s body back to the Ling family and explain everything to Father. The rest, come with me to chase him! I won’t rest until he’s dead." Ling Yong was furious.

Hearing Ling Yong’s words, the men looked at each other, extremely unwilling to chase Xu Feng. If even Uncle Ling wasn’t a match for him, wouldn’t they just be sending themselves to their deaths?

"Fear nothing! That brat must have used a high-level technique. I don’t believe he has much strength left. Find him, and we can kill him." Ling Yong snorted.

Seeing Ling Yong’s determination, the men followed him, taking a detour down the cliff, but they were unwilling to find Xu Feng.

However, Xu Feng didn’t fall off the cliff as they thought. He was halfway down the cliff, hiding in a recessed valley, sitting cross-legged to practice the Dao Canon and recover. As Ling Yong thought, Xu Feng’s head was aching severely, and he couldn’t exert much strength.

The Dao Canon was a treasure of the Daoist sect, and its cultivation of the spirit was naturally excellent. Under its cultivation, Xu Feng felt the heaviness in his head lessen.

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