The nights in the Red Flame Desert have always been desolate, and the terrifying beastly roars echo ceaselessly through the night. The occasional Earth Core Fire Fiend bursting from the ground adds a deeper level of horror.

In the stone forest, Luo Feng sat cross-legged behind a large boulder, eyes closed in cultivation; the other three each found a sheltered spot to rest.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

In the deep night, the wind suddenly picked up, black gusts swept through the stone forest, emitting a low wail, twisting the campfire endlessly.

Amidst the barely audible footsteps hidden in the night wind, a tall figure merged with the shadows of the stone forest, slowly approaching Luo Feng, a glint of cold light exceptionally piercing in the night.

Illuminated by the faint firelight, it could be seen that the tall figure was Yuan Min, rescued by Luo Feng from the Red Poison Giant Scorpion’s claws. At this moment, her emotionless eyes were fixated on Luo Feng.

Not far away, an emaciated middle-aged man opened his eyes at some point, a hint of anticipation in his gaze.

Though Yuan Min was only at the early stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm ninth level cultivation, she was adept at stealth assassination techniques and had once silently assassinated a late-stage ninth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist. That enemy was a veteran, having roamed the rtiad for decades, far more experienced than Luo Feng.

Yuan Min’s alluring figure seemed to blend into the night, stealthily advancing.

Twenty meters!

Fifteen meters!

Eight meters!

Three meters!

At this moment, Yuan Min could even hear Luo Feng’s steady breathing and saw that he still remained oblivious in his meditative cultivation, a chill flashed through her bright eyes, and a smile tugged at her red lips.

Swish!

With a gentle flick of her wrist, Yuan Min’s soft sword thrust forward, resembling a silver snow-flashing lightning, striking directly at Luo Feng’s forehead at an incredible speed.

Just then, Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze glowing like knives in the night.

Yuan Min’s eyes showed horror, her sword stance changed, the slender silver snow sword created a layer of sword light barrier in front, while her figure flew backward.

Stopping, Yuan Min’s palms were drenched in cold sweat, and her beautiful eyes were shocked, staring at the motionless Luo Feng: "You..."

At the moment their gazes met, a terrifying coldness inexplicably rose throughout her body, a feeling she recognized from her years of roaming the rtiad—this was the feeling of teetering on the brink of death, which is why she hastily altered her sword move and retreated.

Yet even now, Luo Feng still sat in the same spot, without moving a finger.

Dusting off his clothes, Luo Feng stood up, his eyes sweeping over the three present, coldly smiling: "What are you doing?"

"Hero Luo... we..."

The black-clad Martial Artist faltered, unable to speak coherently.

Beside him, the emaciated middle-aged man furrowed his brows tightly, Luo Feng’s calm gaze made him uneasy, as if something extremely terrible was about to happen.

But as soon as this thought arose, he immediately dismissed it. No matter what, he had seen Luo Feng eat the roast laced with the juice of Devouring Yuan Grass, waiting until now just so the drug could fully take effect.

Judging by the time, the drug’s effect should have been released seventy to eighty percent by now. Even if Luo Feng was a genius Martial Artist, his strength would only be two or three-tenths, certainly not strong enough to be his opponent.

Thinking of this, the emaciated middle-aged man’s eyes revealed a sinister grin and said with a smile: "Hero Luo, it’s nothing really, just wanted to ask you to leave your life here."

"I see."

"Leave my life here?"

Luo Feng’s expression remained calm, he smiled faintly: "So this is how you repay me for saving your lives."

Upon hearing this, the black-clad Martial Artist standing nearby looked embarrassed and tried to persuade: "Brother, Hero Luo saved our lives. This matter... let’s forget about it."

"Quiet!"

The emaciated middle-aged man shouted coldly, interrupting the black-clad Martial Artist, his face sullen as he looked at Luo Feng: "Kid, I know this seems wrong, but the world itself is a cruel place of survival of the fittest, blame yourself for being too naive. Rest assured, I haven’t forgotten your kindness, I won’t let you suffer and will give you a quick death."

Luo Feng drew the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, speaking indifferently: "You’re right, it is indeed a cruel world of survival of the fittest. But it seems you’ve misjudged your own position."

Emaciated middle-aged man chuckled sinisterly: "You might not know, the roast you just ate was mixed with Devouring Yuan Grass juice, which silently erodes a Martial Artist’s Yuan Qi. Now, it’s been two hours since you ate that roast, your current strength might not even match a Spiritual Rotation Realm eighth-level Martial Artist."

Yuan Min showed a coquettish smile, teasingly said: "Hero Luo, how’s my cooking?"

Luo Feng replied indifferently: "If I can save you, I can kill you."

"Kid, still dare to boast so arrogantly?"

Emaciated middle-aged man originally felt unexplainable unease in his heart, hearing Luo Feng’s words, he didn’t want to delay anymore, he said to the enchanting woman: "Yuan Min, let’s kill him together!"

"Alright."

Boom!

As the words fell, the emaciated Martial Artist gripped his treasured blade, his aura suddenly surged, stomping the ground into cracks, slicing down with his four-foot-long treasured blade. At the same time, the enchanting woman made her move, dazzling golden light rising from her body, a fierce aura that made people chill to the bone soared.

"Mountain Breaking Wave Slash!"

"Cold Flow Northern Light Sword."

In an instant, turbulent dark currents raged through the space, a colossal blade light slashed down, enveloping the area where Luo Feng stood, the intense momentum compressing the air until it shook violently like water waves.

Then, streaks of golden sword light rained down densely like spring rain, leaving no gaps, yet also bursting explosively like summer rain, between heaven and earth, it seemed as if golden silk sword rain endlessly fell, densely packed with no end in sight, beginning the unceasing slaughter.

Faced with the full power attacks of the two, Luo Feng’s expression didn’t change, the saber was hidden behind his back, and he casually threw out a punch.

Boom!

With a huge roar, heaven and earth trembled together, the space in front of Luo Feng erupted with terrifying airwaves, the ground instantly collapsing in a large area, the fierce momentum of Sky Fire King Fist crushed through.

Splatter!

Before the terrifying fist momentum, the blade light and sword rain couldn’t withstand even a moment, instantly shattering and disappearing, Yuan Min and the emaciated middle-aged man behind spat a mouthful of blood, their figures uncontrollably retreating.

This sudden change left the black-clad Martial Artist on the side dumbfounded.

"You... weren’t poisoned?"

Stopping his movement, the emaciated middle-aged man looked at Luo Feng in shock. Together with Yuan Min, they launched a full power attack, a strength that could threaten late-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists, yet was effortlessly dismantled by Luo Feng’s simple punch, even injuring both of them—where was there any sign of Yuan Qi corroded by Devouring Yuan Grass’s toxicity?

Yuan Min’s face turned pale, also filled with shock and confusion.