Chapter 93

Be careful!

Zhao Shidi!

A cry of alarm came from the ambush area on the city wall.

At this moment, everyone could see that the "Golden Pecking Eagle King" was in its death throes and would die within one or two breaths.

However, just before its death, the Golden Pecking Eagle King's eyes turned blood red, and it launched a final, desperate attack on Zhao Feng, the "culprit."

Clearly, it remembered Zhao Feng, the "chief culprit," and wanted to take him down with it before dying.

"Trouble!"

Zhao Feng felt a strong sense of danger. Under the oppressive aura of the top-tier beast, his entire body's blood and qi nearly stagnated.

At this critical moment, his left eye opened to its limit, and a strange, warm energy spread throughout his body.

His mind remained calm, and his gaze became even sharper, as if he had a penetrating insight.

Whoosh—

The speed of the Golden Pecking Eagle King was truly terrifying. In the blink of an eye, it pounced on Zhao Feng.

That speed exceeded the reaction limit of ordinary martial artists. Even if they could see the movement, it was hard to dodge successfully.

Pfft!

Zhao Feng's figure at the spot instantly vanished, and a large hole appeared in the nearby city tower with a "bang."

Just when everyone thought Zhao Feng had been killed,

Wind Style! Smoke and Waves Step!

A young figure appeared as if in the wind, flashing to the top of the Golden Pecking Eagle King.

What!

The experts in the ambush area were like they had seen a ghost. Their hearts, which were already in their throats, received another mysterious blow, seemingly unable to bear such a dramatic reversal.

"Such a superb movement technique!"

A hint of joy flashed in Ye Lingyun's eyes. In that instant, he saw Zhao Feng's figure flash with the wind and activate the "Smoke and Waves Step," dodging the Golden Pecking Eagle King's pounce and quickly moving to the top of its head.

"Even I was almost deceived..."

Commander Heng's heart skipped a beat.

It turned out that in that instant, Zhao Feng perfectly integrated the essence of the "Wind Style" into the semi-saint-level martial art "Smoke and Waves Step," narrowly avoiding the Golden Pecking Eagle King's pounce.

The fusion of the Wind Style and the "Smoke and Waves Step" was as powerful as a true saint-level movement technique.

Of course, the successful dodge and movement to the top of the opponent's head were greatly aided by Zhao Feng's left eye and his foresight.

At this moment, Zhao Feng felt his entire body's blood and qi burning, and his spirit and energy were unprecedentedly strong.

In the left eye space, the light blue spiral halo extended to over seven feet.

No!

How did he get on top of the Golden Pecking Eagle King's head?

At this moment, the nearby people couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhao Feng had dodged the attack, but his landing point was wrong, almost standing in front of the tiger's mouth.

Whirlwind Style! Mystic Wind Palm!

A fierce light flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes. A layer of sharp green light appeared in his palm, swirling and rotating, becoming increasingly sharp, following a mysterious and natural wind pattern, and fiercely striking the Golden Pecking Eagle King's head.

At that moment, a fierce wind seemed to surge from his body, and as he struck, the wind roared like a knife.

Pfft—

His "Mystic Wind Palm" hit the blood mark on the Golden Pecking Eagle King's head.

This blood mark was originally left by Commander Heng's powerful slash, almost severing the Golden Pecking Eagle King's head.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's terrifying move, combining the "Mystic Wind Palm" and the "Whirlwind Style," struck this vital spot.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft...

The blood mark on the Golden Pecking Eagle King's head was torn open, the wound expanding further, as if cut by a spinning blade, a sight that was shocking.

Boom!

The Golden Pecking Eagle King's head exploded into pieces, and its massive body fell to the ground, causing the city tower to collapse, sending up a cloud of dust.

Soaring!

Zhao Feng's figure spun and leaped into the air, his palm still stained with the blood of the Golden Pecking Eagle King.

The rise and fall seemed to signify the life and death struggle between Zhao Feng and the Golden Pecking Eagle King, the dust settling.

Amid the dust and the loud noise, this area of the city tower became the focus of the battlefield.

"The Golden Pecking Eagle King has been killed!"

"Who is that young man, to have personally killed the Golden Pecking Eagle King!"

The battlefield was in an uproar.

Zhao Feng immediately became the center of attention.

"Good job, Zhao Shidi!"

Ye Lingyun and the taciturn young man in the distance cheered.

Commander Heng also recovered from his shock and smiled, saying, "Ha ha ha! Good job! Killing the Golden Pecking Eagle King, you have done a great deed. However, at the last moment, you seemed to be trying to take credit."

Taking credit?

Zhao Feng was slightly taken aback. Everything he did just now was the most advantageous action based on the insights from his left eye.

At that time, instead of dodging and fleeing, it was safer and more solid to deliver the final blow.

However, in the eyes of others, Zhao Feng was taking a crazy risk, not only not fleeing but also trying to take credit.

But no matter what, Zhao Feng's performance in killing the Golden Pecking Eagle King was outstanding.

Without Zhao Feng's superlative archery, it would have been impossible to lure the Golden Pecking Eagle King down.

In the end, the person who personally killed the Golden Pecking Eagle King was Zhao Feng.

The entire process was a well-coordinated and brilliant move.

"Killing the Golden Pecking Eagle King, the remaining flying beasts will be easier to deal with."

Commander Heng smiled and greatly praised Zhao Feng.

Without the Golden Pecking Eagle King, the flying beasts in the sky were like a scattered group of sand.

As for the beast tide near the ground, with the solid foundation of Guangling County, the advantage would only grow over time.

Zhao Feng sat in the rear, meditating.

Ye Lingyun and others thought he had exhausted his energy and was injured.

In reality, Zhao Feng, practicing the "Guiyuan Internal Strength," had very solid internal strength, twice that of his peers, and he was not injured.

"Wind Style... Whirlwind Style... Mystic Wind Palm..."

In Zhao Feng's left eye space, the images of these three techniques continuously appeared, intertwining and merging.

The "Wind Style" was completely integrated into Zhao Feng's movement technique.

Now, the deeper essence of the second technique, the "Whirlwind Style," was also integrated into his attacks and palm techniques.

Unconsciously, his understanding of the "Whirlwind Style" reached about 70-80%.

Even with the verification of the "Wind Style" and "Whirlwind Style," his "Mystic Wind Palm" achieved a significant breakthrough, reaching about 60-70% mastery.

In other words, Zhao Feng's current "Mystic Wind Palm" already possessed about 60-70% of the grace of the young girl from that day.

In that move, he further integrated the "Whirlwind Style" into the "Mystic Wind Palm," enhancing its power.

"This boy has picked up another cheap advantage!"

Feng Yin Yue, on the other side of the battlefield, looked at Zhao Feng in surprise.

During the last bandit suppression mission, Zhao Feng had also "taken credit" by killing the bandit leader.

This time, it was even more "reckless." Under the watchful eyes of several eighth and ninth-level experts, Zhao Feng delivered the final blow to the Golden Pecking Eagle King, taking the credit.

In the eyes of many, Zhao Feng's actions were another "credit-grabbing" behavior.

"This guy managed to kill a top-tier beast by luck."

Beimo, in the distance, also twitched slightly.

Since the battle began, Beimo had fought against top-tier beasts, even being attacked by the Golden Pecking Eagle King, and despite the numerous dangers, he had not managed to kill a top-tier beast.

Instead, this new Zhao Shidi had picked up such a big advantage.

Kill! Kill!

The morale of the Guangling County side soared, and the army and martial artists repeatedly repelled the beast tide.

Whoosh~

After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Feng slowly stood up.

In that short time, he had made new breakthroughs in the "Whirlwind Style" and "Mystic Wind Palm."

Not only that, but he also felt his cultivation approaching the peak of the seventh level.

Zhao Feng's gaze swept over the black waves of the beast tide below, feeling something was off.

No! What's wrong?

Soon, he found the reason.

"These beasts' attacks seem to be organized, led by top-tier beasts, with large groups of similar beasts and wild beasts launching attacks."

Zhao Feng saw through the pattern.

The high-level experts in Guangling County also noticed the peculiarities.

"Could this beast tide be planned behind the scenes?"

Ye Lingyun, Commander Heng, and others were filled with doubt.

In the midst of the battle, Zhao Feng's "Jinlu Bow" continued to wreak havoc, repeatedly killing beasts, and several times, he shot down high-level beasts.

He became a bright spot on the city wall, and with each bowstring's vibration, several beasts would fall from the sky.

Zhao Feng's "Left Divine Arrow Technique" was truly honed in the beast tide.

His superlative archery skills earned the admiration and respect of the archers and sharpshooters on the city tower.

"Lord Zhao, can I become your disciple?"

Some young archers were excited and worshipful.

Zhao Feng was speechless. Seeing that the flying beasts in the sky posed no significant threat, he put away his bow and arrow and charged into the beast tide outside the city.

Star Pointing Finger! Mystic Wind Palm!

Zhao Feng's figure moved with the wind, sometimes striking down beasts silently and invisibly.

Thud! Thud...

Each of his attacks found the beasts' weaknesses, and wherever he went, beasts and wild animals fell dead.

"This young man is truly terrifying!"

"He not only has superlative archery skills but is also astonishing in close combat."

The martial artists and archers who were paying attention to Zhao Feng were amazed again.

In general, those skilled in archery, especially sharpshooters, are not good at close combat.

However, Zhao Feng was a freak, not only excelling in archery but also being incredibly skilled in close combat, with top-tier beasts barely able to withstand one or two of his moves.

"Zhao Feng's potential is no less than Beimo, but unfortunately, he is only a registered disciple of the master and cannot inherit the master's legacy."

Ye Lingyun, watching Zhao Feng's performance from a distance, shook his head with some regret.

After a long battle,

Zhao Feng felt a familiar cold aura, as if being watched by something terrifying.

Whoosh!

He activated his left eye, his vision piercing through the end of the beast tide, traveling dozens of miles, and focusing on the back of a black bird, where a figure in a bamboo hat sat.

Under the bamboo hat, a pair of icy blue eyes were chilling and terrifying.

It's him!

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat. The figure in the bamboo hat was the terrifying existence he had encountered in the Hengyun Sky Forest.

Roar—

At this moment, a soul-shaking roar came from the beast tide outside the county, a presence several times more terrifying than the "Golden Pecking Eagle King" approaching Guangling County.

That soul-shaking roar made tens of thousands of wild beasts and beasts outside Guangling County tremble in fear.

At this moment, even top-tier beasts showed a brief stiffness, their eyes reflecting fear and reverence from their soul and bloodline.

The human martial artists on the city wall felt their hearts race.

Thump! Thump...

What's happening? Zhao Feng felt his entire body's blood and qi trembling slightly, and his left eye was pulsing rapidly.

"What is this aura, far surpassing top-tier beasts?"

Ye Lingyun, Commander Heng, and the taciturn man's voices trembled.

A terrifying, suffocating aura swept over, making tens of thousands of wild beasts and beasts prostrate and tremble, as if worshipping a king.

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