Chapter 9

"Throat!" Lin Feng stared at the Nether Wolf, then took a small step forward.

But this small step made Jing Yun and the others' hearts leap to their throats. What was Lin Feng going to do? This was a ninth-level demonic beast, the Nether Wolf, the most cruel demonic beast below the Spirit Beast level. Even many Ninth Rank Qi Martial Realm cultivators would only run away when they encountered a Nether Wolf.

Without giving them time to think, Lin Feng's actions told them what he was doing. Lin Feng started to jog, bare-handed, toward the Nether Wolf, his speed gradually increasing.

Seeing this, Jing Yun and the others' eyes froze, their hearts trembling.

"Roar!" The Nether Wolf, seeing this human actually running toward it, its eyes on the fierce ghost face became even more cold and bone-chilling, as if from the depths of the netherworld.

A惨叫传出，Nether Wolf's sharp claws suddenly trampled on Jing Feng's body, turning into a black streak of light, while the claws in front of its throat glowed with black and white light.

"Lin Feng, come back." Jing Yun screamed, but it seemed too late. Lin Feng's speed had increased dramatically, like a flash of light, reaching its peak.

Qing Yi and Han Man opened their mouths, their hearts seemingly stopping. At this moment, they had only one thought: it's over!

A bolt of lightning flashed before their eyes, dazzling and fleeting. After the lightning, time seemed to freeze. Lin Feng stopped, and the ninth-level demonic beast Nether Wolf landed on the ground.

Silence, a terrifying silence!

Jing Yun's fists were in front of her mouth, her eyes filled with fear. Is Lin Feng dead?

"Drip." A faint sound echoed in the silent space, making the Nether Wolf's body fall to the side. A thin line of blood seeped from its neck, gradually turning into a bloodline.

"The Nether Wolf is dead!" Han Man and Qing Yi's mouths were still open, staring in shock at the scene. That fleeting bolt of lightning was...

"Lin Feng, are you okay?" Jing Yun called out softly, looking at Lin Feng, who was still standing still.

After Jing Yun's words, Qing Yi and Han Man also looked at Lin Feng anxiously. This was definitely the most tense and exciting moment of their lives.

Finally, Lin Feng moved, slowly turning around, his clear eyes showing a bright smile.

"I'm fine." Lin Feng spread his hands. He was just recalling that sword strike. The sword technique, as swift as lightning, was indeed powerful, but the key was his speed, which had to be extremely fast.

"Phew!" Jing Yun and the others all let out a long breath, their tense hearts relaxing, feeling as if they had been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.

However, the three of them didn't speak, but looked at Lin Feng as if he were a monster.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lin Feng scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. These guys' gazes were a bit too direct.

"Freak!" Han Man spat out two words, and to Lin Feng's dismay, Jing Yun and Qing Yi nodded seriously, agreeing.

"Lin Feng, you are a sword cultivator." Qing Yi, of course, knew that the lightning bolt was sword light. Only a sword could be so fast.

"Not really, I just cultivated a set of sword techniques." Lin Feng shook his head. A true sword cultivator must have a sword martial soul and be a powerful sword user.

"Not really? Then isn't your martial soul a sword?" Qing Yi asked, puzzled.

"Um, I don't have a sword martial soul." Lin Feng nodded, making Qing Yi gasp. Not having a sword martial soul but using a sword as fast as lightning could only mean that Lin Feng's understanding of martial techniques was terrifying. For example, he had already reached the peak of the Ninth Wave.

"I really doubt if there's any martial technique you can't cultivate to an extremely high level." Qing Yi shook his head with a bitter smile, not asking what Lin Feng's martial soul was. After all, some people might have powerful exotic martial souls, and they didn't want others to know what their martial souls were. Lin Feng hadn't even used his martial soul yet, so Qing Yi guessed that Lin Feng's martial soul was definitely not simple.

Lin Feng just smiled. From what he could see, he seemed to be able to cultivate any martial technique, and his comprehension was very strong.

"The ninth-level demonic beast Nether Wolf's beast core, this is a big harvest." Han Man grinned, took out a dagger, and started to extract the beast core. "Lin Feng, the Nether Wolf was killed by you alone. Without you, we might not have made it out. This beast core is yours."

"Jing Yun, Qing Yi, do you have any objections?"

Qing Yi and Jing Yun shook their heads with a smile. If it weren't for Lin Feng, they would have been in trouble in Blackwind Ridge.

"I disagree, all the prey should be divided equally among the four of us." Lin Feng shook his head. When they thought he was weak, they let him walk behind, but they still offered to share. Although killing the Nether Wolf was entirely his doing, Lin Feng was not the kind of person to take advantage of others.

Seeing Lin Feng's determined gaze, Han Man and the others nodded heavily. "Alright."

"Did you forget about me?" A voice came, and it was Jing Feng.

Jing Feng, hit on the back by the Nether Wolf and then trampled, had several broken ribs and couldn't stand up. He could only lie on his back, looking at Lin Feng and the others.

"Go to hell." Han Man, the most aggressive, cursed. This bastard not only ignored their safety in a critical moment, leaving them to deal with the violent ape, but also led the Nether Wolf to them, almost getting them killed.

"We're leaving. His life or death is up to fate." Jing Yun said angrily.

As they were about to leave, they heard Jing Feng's sinister voice: "Don't forget that my brother knows I entered Blackwind Ridge with you. If I die and you survive, what do you think my brother will think?"

Han Man and the others stopped, then turned to stare at Jing Feng angrily.

"You'd better take me with you and give me half the beast core. Otherwise, I'll make you die." Jing Feng said menacingly.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng asked, puzzled. This guy was almost dead but still so arrogant?

"His brother is Jing Hao, one of the top ten outer disciples, ranked sixth, with Ninth Rank Qi Martial Realm cultivation and a sword martial soul. He's very powerful." Qing Yi explained, and Lin Feng immediately understood.

Taking a step, Lin Feng came to Jing Feng, his eyes cold.

"Help me up now." Jing Feng ordered.

Lin Feng was taken aback, looking at Jing Feng with a half-smile. "I really admire your courage."

As he spoke, the soft sword was drawn, emitting a chilling, heart-stopping light.

"What are you going to do?" Jing Feng's body tensed, feeling a chill.

"Lin Feng." Qing Yi called out. Jing Hao was the sixth-ranked outer disciple, extremely powerful. Although Lin Feng was also powerful, his cultivation was relatively low, and Qing Yi didn't think Lin Feng could deal with Jing Hao.

Lin Feng looked at Qing Yi and the others and asked, "Do you think he will let us go if we save him, given his character?"

Qing Yi and the others' eyes narrowed, cold sweat breaking out on their backs. Indeed, given Jing Feng's behavior, even if they saved him, he would likely not let them go.

"We haven't wronged him. He acted arrogantly and tried to frame us, leading to his current situation. Not only did he not repent, but he also ordered us to save him and demanded half the beast core. Do you still dare to take him back?"

Lin Feng patiently explained. Although the people of this world matured early, Jing Yun and the others were only fifteen or sixteen years old, and they couldn't see through things as clearly as he could, having lived two lives.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, the three of them shook their heads. Indeed, if they took Jing Feng back, it would be the time for Jing Hao to seek revenge.

Lin Feng turned back and looked at Jing Feng, who finally showed fear in his eyes.

"I swear, if you take me back, I won't seek revenge, and I don't want the beast core." Jing Feng crawled backward.

"Too late." A cold light flashed, and a single sword strike ended his life. Promises made under the threat of death were not to be trusted.

Seeing Jing Feng's unrepentant eyes, Lin Feng let out a long breath, his heart slightly stirred, but only for a moment. On the path to becoming a powerful cultivator, blood and corpses were inevitable.

"If Jing Hao finds you, tell him the truth. Say that I killed him." Lin Feng smiled calmly, not caring. If he feared a Ninth Rank Qi Martial Realm cultivator, how could he wield a sword and travel the world?