Chapter 9

After killing three people, a stern voice came from a distance, and someone was rapidly approaching! Ye Feng instantly disappeared from his original spot, turning to flee deeper into the Hengduan Mountains. There was no other choice now; he could only take it one step at a time.

A pitch-black figure quickly closed in on Ye Feng, moving much faster than he was. In just a few breaths, the distance between them gradually narrowed. Ye Feng lacked any martial arts techniques for movement and relied solely on his true qi, which put him at a significant disadvantage.

"Boy, surrender yourself!"

The black-clad figure struck with a palm, a massive aura sweeping through and breaking countless branches, all of which shot toward Ye Feng with great speed and urgency. With no choice, Ye Feng had to slow down, turn, and strike back, shattering the branches behind him. The black-clad figure took this opportunity to catch up.

"Was it you who killed my brother?"

When the black-clad figure saw Ye Feng, his tone was icy cold, and his eyes were filled with madness. His patience had long since run out, and now that he had encountered Ye Feng, his words seemed to carry a sharp edge.

"It was you who tried to kill me first; I was just defending myself," Ye Feng said.

"Hmph, excuses! If our Wang family wants to kill you, you should just surrender!"

The young black-clad man was extremely domineering, his attitude even more arrogant. After all, he was at the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage, two levels higher than Ye Feng.

"How domineering!" Ye Feng sneered.

"That's right, our Wang family is domineering. Prepare to die!"

The black-clad youth was the eldest son of the Wang family, the brother of the white-clad youth killed by Ye Feng, Wang Yufan. He struck with a palm, condensing his qi into a long sword, slicing through the air with a powerful blade aura.

Condensing qi into a weapon was a sign of reaching the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage, requiring a vast amount of true qi. This Wang Yufan was no simple character.

Ye Feng focused all his attention, knowing that condensing qi into a weapon was several times more powerful than ordinary attacks, even surpassing ordinary weapons, comparable to the power of a spirit weapon.

At the Innate stage, most weapons used were spirit weapons, as ordinary weapons could not withstand the infusion of innate qi; only spirit weapons could enhance a martial artist's attack.

The blade aura rushed toward him. Although he had no weapon in his hand, his nails were the best weapons in the world, even comparable to spirit weapons. As Ye Feng's strength increased, his nails became harder.

Ye Feng roared, a mass of qi condensing in his hand. It was true qi, though not as refined as a weapon, it still had some form and charged forward.

"Boom!"

Although Ye Feng's true qi neutralized most of the blade aura, the remaining blade aura still struck him forcefully, causing some minor injuries.

"Ha ha, just surrender! You killed my brother, and I should thank you. This way, there's one less competitor for the family head position. In gratitude for killing my brother, I'll leave you a whole body."

The black-clad youth showed no grief over his brother's death; instead, he was delighted. However, he could not forgive Ye Feng for killing his brother and was determined to kill him.

"You talk too much. If you want me to surrender, forget it!"

"Then you die!"

Hearing Ye Feng's fierce words, the black-clad youth flew into a rage. A long sword appeared in his hand again, this time almost solid. He slashed with a force that split the air, creating a crack in the space before him, and the blade aura rushed toward Ye Feng.

The blade aura cut through the air, reaching Ye Feng instantly. With no way to avoid it, he had to take the hit.

"Five Horses Tearing the Body!"

Ye Feng had no choice but to mobilize all nine of his dantian true qi, instantly boosting his strength. Although he was at the Fifth Level of the Later Heaven stage, with nine times the true qi, it was like a vast dragon of qi, forming a powerful energy. The two different true qi energies began to converge.

"Boom!"

The blade aura formed by true qi struck Ye Feng, cutting deep into his flesh. Ye Feng grunted, his body flying backward. Despite being injured, he punched the black-clad youth's shoulder.

A hint of bloodlust flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and he was a bit mad. He didn't have time to tend to his wounds, and his feet shot forward like a charging leopard. He had to end the fight quickly, or more people from the Wang family would come.

After being hit, Ye Feng did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, infusing his feet with true qi, causing the ground to crack and leaving deep footprints.

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt his strength increase, adding the power of two oxen. All the Zhu Yan fruits stored in his body were consumed, and he absorbed their remaining energy during the fight.

Reaching the power of thirty-two oxen, he punched, and the air emitted a loud crack. The force of the punch was immense. This was Ye Feng's only chance, and he couldn't miss it. He directly used the third move of the Bone-Shattering Fist, a move that would either kill him or the black-clad youth, with no other options.

The black-clad youth did not expect Ye Feng to counterattack after taking a hit, and his strength was even greater than before. His eyes showed surprise, but he struck again with his blade.

Ye Feng would not let the blade aura continue. He grabbed the blade aura with his hand, stopping it from cutting down. The blade aura hung in mid-air.

The black-clad youth's face changed dramatically. Ye Feng could actually grab his blade aura with his bare hands, and even more shockingly, a hidden force traveled back through the blade aura, twice as powerful as his own.

In an instant, Ye Feng countered the hidden force, sending it back through the blade aura into the black-clad youth's body. With a roar, Ye Feng's body shot up, and he delivered another punch from the air, striking the black-clad youth.

His left fist, wrapped in a large amount of true qi, struck the black-clad youth, sending him flying like a broken kite. He soared high and crashed to the ground, several ribs broken, and he clutched his chest, coughing violently.

The black-clad youth stared at Ye Feng with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You used a dirty trick."

Ye Feng used the hidden force to injure the black-clad youth, which he considered a dirty trick. He couldn't believe that a Fifth Level of the Later Heaven stage practitioner like Ye Feng could have such powerful true qi, even purer than a Seventh Level practitioner.

"Hehe! Did I trick you?"

Ye Feng quickly stopped the bleeding from his wounds, his face pale. The wounds had reopened, and blood had soaked his clothes. He applied a hemostatic powder and took medicine for external injuries, stopping the bleeding. However, he felt severely blood-depleted, licking his dry, cracked lips, his eyes filled with bloodlust, and he slowly approached the black-clad youth.

"You... what are you going to do? I am the eldest son of the Wang family, the future heir. If you kill me, you will have endless trouble."

Seeing the bloodlust in Ye Feng's eyes, the black-clad youth was afraid, his voice trembling with fear as he shouted at Ye Feng.

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