Chapter 42: Ninth Rank Martial Artist

At this moment, the faint smile on Lian Ji's face had completely disappeared. With each step Du Fei took, his face would twitch, and his expression became extremely grotesque.

Seeing the elite disciples of the family fall like clay chickens and dogs, even Blood Hand Lian Ji was now in immense pain!

Each of these elite disciples had been painstakingly cultivated!

However, Lian Ji was unwilling to call a halt at this moment. If he did, all the plans for today would be in vain, and those who had already died would have died in vain!

Lian Ji didn't believe that a person who was only at the seventh level of Body Tempering three months ago could have broken through to such a high realm in just three months! Unless he had already advanced to the Martial Artist rank, Lian Ji truly didn't believe that Du Fei could continue to hold on like this.

Perhaps the next person could kill him with one blow!

This thought surged in Lian Ji's mind, almost unstoppable.

Compared to Lian Ji, Du Zhen Tian's heart was even more turbulent! Originally, he planned to intervene and save Du Fei as soon as he showed signs of losing. This way, even if Xiao Ai had to marry into the Lian family, the matter would be considered resolved... But he never imagined that Du Fei would be so strong!

His ruthless and merciless actions, leaving no grass unscathed, clearly showed that Du Fei's killing intent had erupted. At this moment, even Du Zhen Tian had no confidence in stopping Du Fei.

The three elders of the Du family also had extremely grim expressions. Although the dead were not their own, seeing their opponents being humiliated to such an extent made even an Eighth Rank Martial Artist feel a chill from the soles of their feet to the top of their head.

"When did Young Master become so strong!" Xiao Ai almost couldn't stand up, looking at Du Fei's back with a dazed expression! Originally, she planned to intervene if Du Fei showed signs of losing, but now she was almost certain that even she would have no chance against Du Fei!

"When did this happen!" This thought surged in Xiao Ai's mind, unable to stop.

"Twenty-seven! Four of the twelve core disciples of the Lian family have already fallen, and most of the inner disciples are dead."

Gongsun Hong's face had turned pale. She stared intently at Du Fei's back, then sighed and said softly.

"At least half of those who fell were at the eighth level of Body Tempering. Could it be that Cousin Du Fei has already reached the ninth level of Body Tempering? Otherwise, how could he kill them as easily as slicing watermelons, so smoothly?"

Even Du Han's eyes flashed with deep wariness. Although he could also do what Du Fei was doing, he could never be as ruthless and decisive. After all, if he slaughtered all the Lian family members, and any high-ranking member of the Lian family couldn't bear it and attacked him, no one could save him!

Moreover, after killing nearly thirty people, Du Fei showed no signs of fatigue. What realm had he reached?

"Ninth level of Body Tempering?" Gongsun Hong shook her head slightly, then said hesitantly, "I don't think so..."

"Impossible!" Du Han almost shouted, then his voice suddenly lowered, but his expression was extremely strange, "In just three months, from the seventh level of Body Tempering to a Ninth Rank Martial Artist... How many people in this world can do that?"

Hearing this, Gongsun Hong's lips twitched slightly, then she said softly, "Not impossible... Anyone who can do it has become a Martial Ancestor..."

Though her words were light, everyone in the hall heard them clearly. A Martial Ancestor, a Sixth Rank Martial Ancestor, was an absolute peak existence in the Da An Dynasty. Even in the entire Da An Dynasty, there were only a few Sixth Rank Martial Ancestors.

And the strength of any of these people was beyond the imagination of ordinary people! A Sixth Rank Martial Ancestor could absolutely lead a family to the level of the Yunshui Five Families.

At this moment, Gongsun Hong's words implied that Du Fei had the potential to become a Martial Ancestor.

Before the words had even finished, countless people drew in cold breaths.

"Bang..."

Du Fei didn't hear the various comments in the hall. He just continued to advance, and this time, his palm was blocked for the first time.

Being blocked surprised Du Fei slightly. His originally narrowed eyes slowly opened, and a rather indifferent gaze fell on the person in front of him. After a moment, he said uncertainly, "Ninth level of Body Tempering?"

Although Du Fei hadn't used any combat techniques or revealed his trump cards, every move he made contained the power of the ninth level of Body Tempering. Therefore, only someone at the ninth level of Body Tempering could block his moves.

"Finally, it's getting interesting!" He smiled faintly, twisted his neck, and stomped his left foot while sweeping his right foot out horizontally.

The newcomer grunted, his eyes filled with both vigilance and uncertainty.

Although he barely blocked Du Fei's move, Du Fei's body was covered in killing intent, and his white robe was stained with countless red spots. Even a slight smile made him look like a demon.

Although those who could reach the ninth level of Body Tempering were all people with strong wills, even the strongest will could waver when seeing their family members killed one by one. If not for Lian Ji's strict orders, many of the Lian family's younger members would have already fled in panic.

In a state of shock, how could they be opponents!

Seeing Du Fei's foot about to sweep across his head, the man's figure flashed, stepping back half a step to narrowly avoid the move. But almost instantly, Du Fei's foot seemed to grow longer, striking his face with a fierce blow, causing him to fly backward and crash into a pillar in the hall. After a moment, he spat out blood and slowly fell to the ground.

At this moment, the Lian family's disciples were all terrified. Du Fei smiled faintly and continued to advance, but no one dared to step forward.

At this moment, everyone understood that unless they had the strength of a Ninth Rank Martial Artist, stepping forward would only mean certain death! However, no one dared to leave.

"Enough!"

At this moment, Lian Ji, who was sitting at the head of the table, could no longer sit still. He crushed the wine glass in his hand and roared like a thunderclap, making the entire hall tremble slightly.

Hearing Lian Ji speak, the remaining Lian family's younger members exchanged glances, then shouted and scattered like defeated soldiers. Some of the women even started sobbing before they had run halfway.

At this moment, the Lian family's face was trampled underfoot by Du Fei.

Du Fei, however, seemed unaffected by Lian Ji's words and continued to advance. He was now only ten steps away from Lian Zhen, who had a grim expression.

Lian Ji's right hand pressed on the table, his chest heaving, and his eyes filled with boiling killing intent.

"Ha ha! Brother Lian, the jealousy between the young is a bit excessive, but it's unavoidable... However, if Brother Lian intervenes, it might lead to a war between our two families, which wouldn't be good... Ha ha, don't you think so?" Seeing Lian Ji about to intervene, Du Zhen Tian smiled and drank, then said calmly.

"Brother Zhen Tian, you're joking. The matters of the young are not something I can interfere with. If they die, it's only because they were not skilled enough, and it's not the fault of others!" Lian Ji said through gritted teeth, feeling as if he had almost ground his teeth to dust. After a moment, he said in a low voice that only Lian Zhen could hear, "If you can't kill this boy, don't come to see me again!"

Lian Zhen's body trembled violently, snapping out of his shock. His eyes, looking at the approaching Du Fei, finally showed a serious expression.

Originally, he thought that as a Ninth Rank Martial Artist, killing Du Fei would be like killing a dog!

But now he realized he was wrong. Even if he could do what Du Fei did, he might not be as clean and decisive.

At this moment, Lian Zhen regarded Du Fei as his greatest enemy!

Du Fei finally took the last step, standing on the high platform at the head of the hall. Despite the presence of the Lian family's high-ranking members, his face showed no change. He smiled faintly at Lian Zhen and said, "To marry Xiao Ai, you need to pass this test... Considering your state of shock, I'll let you make the first move. If you can kill me, not only will Xiao Ai be yours, but my corpse will be her dowry."

Although his tone was calm, the words were chilling.

Hearing this, Lian Zhen's face twitched slightly. However, he was not an ordinary person. After a deep breath, his face regained some composure, and he said coldly, "If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I might spare your life!"

"Are you sure?" Du Fei smiled ambiguously, his gaze slowly sweeping around.

Seeing this, Lian Zhen's face stiffened again. No matter what, he had to kill Du Fei on the spot, or he would be dead himself. Otherwise, not only would he not be able to take a concubine, but the anger of the family would burn him to ashes.

"You're asking for death, don't blame me!" He coldly shouted, took a deep breath, and a faint white light enveloped his body. His figure moved like flowing clouds, rushing toward Du Fei. At this moment, the strength of a Ninth Rank Martial Artist was evident.

Almost simultaneously, Du Fei's foot lightly touched the ground, and his figure quickly retreated. In just a breath, a white light also enveloped his body... "He... is indeed a Ninth Rank Martial Artist!"

At this moment, countless exclamations of surprise echoed in the hearts of the onlookers.

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