"Unbeatable in battle!"

Luo Feng didn’t give Asura any chance to catch his breath. Behind him, eight Sky Fire King’s Arms delivered punch after punch, each one heavier than the last, with dazzling flames raining down like a tempest. The scorching heat waves began to melt the rocks on the ground.

Asura, shrouded in Demonic Qi like a pillar, guarded himself tightly. His eyes, filled with a bloodthirsty savagery, locked onto Luo Feng, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Luo Feng saw through his intentions and naturally wouldn’t give him the chance, making his punches even more ferocious.

Bam, bam, bam... 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Under the fierce and unmatched punches, the seemingly impenetrable Demonic Qi pillar began to waver and seemed on the verge of shattering.

Crack!

Finally, a crack appeared on the Demonic Qi pillar. Unable to withstand the immense pressure, Asura spurted a blood arrow from his mouth, and his gaze at Luo Feng changed from initial disdain to a current state of shock.

He couldn’t understand how a mere Martial Artist at the late Spiritual Rotation Realm could unleash such a powerful attack in an instant. Moreover, this was within the Devouring Yuan Realm.

Not far away, Xia Yunjing looked on gravely, her left hand gripping the Mysterious Crystal Bow soaked with cold sweat.

Luo Feng prepared to unleash a continuous assault to shatter the protective Demonic Qi and slay Asura.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed.

With his Soul Power perception, he noticed that Asura’s aura was rapidly recovering, and the nearly collapsing Demonic Qi pillar had inexplicably solidified by a few degrees.

"The effects of the Devouring Yuan Realm are fading, I can’t wait any longer!"

Luo Feng’s eyes flashed, pushing his Yuan Qi to the limit, merging the aura of the eight Sky Fire King’s Arms into one, and launched them violently—the first form of the Sky Fire King Fist: Ruthless Way!

Boom!

The air ignited by the punch, a massive fiery pillar shot forth, crashing instantly onto Asura’s Demonic Qi shield.

Crack!

The Demonic Qi pillar, already at its limit, couldn’t withstand the blow and shattered instantly.

With a loud crash, the ground where Asura stood sank over ten meters. Asura was crushed into the ground, covered in blood, one of his wings torn apart, exposing the bones within.

"The attack power is still not enough!"

Luo Feng glanced at Asura, his brows slightly furrowed, preparing to strike again.

Whizz!

Suddenly, heavily injured Asura transformed into a streak of blood and soared into the sky, streaking toward the distance at high speed.

"Kid, my strength will soon recover. By then, it’s your death day!"

Asura turned back, his bloodied mouth twisted into a sinister grin.

The last strike should have finished him off, but the fading effects of the Devouring Yuan Realm allowed his strength to recover enough to barely block it.

Although severely injured, once the Devouring Yuan Realm dissipates, his strength restored, no one present would survive even one of his attacks!

"Senior Sister Xia!"

Luo Feng maintained his composure, chasing after Asura, transmitting his voice to Xia Yunjing in the distance.

"Cold Chi Swallowing Heaven!"

From a thousand meters away, Xia Yunjing, who had been ready for a while, upon hearing Luo Feng’s voice, immediately drew her bow to full moon, aiming three arrows at Asura’s figure.

Thwang!

As the bowstring vibrated, a loud and clear resonance echoed between heaven and earth, like the roar of a dragon or the howl of a tiger. Layers of frost gathered around the three arrows, transforming into three Cold Chis, over ten meters long, shooting at Asura with heads and tails swaying.

Whoosh!

The arrows flew so fast, they reached Asura’s back in the blink of an eye.

"Tricks of a small creature!"

Asura looked on disdainfully, dismissing the three arrow shadows, reaching out casually toward the Cold Chis.

Crack!

In front of him, the Cold Chi arrows appeared fragile, shattering directly, revealing the arrows’ true form inside.

Asura was just about to destroy the arrows, but a casual glance at the three arrows changed his expression.

The three arrows were blood-red, their arrowheads the size of a baby’s fist resembling a lotus, with fine strands of blood-light flowing over them. They were exactly the three Candle Sky Net Arrows Xia Yunjing had received from Luo Feng!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The three arrows exploded, transforming into three giant blood nets over several tens of meters wide, enveloping Asura.

"Break for me!"

Asura, with eyes cold as ice, formed an illusory claw shadow with his right hand, reaching for the blood net.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

As the claw shadow landed on the blood net, the sound of metal clashing erupted, unleashing thousands of sparks. The Candle Sky Net was ripped to shreds in inches by Asura’s grab!

Nevertheless, the Candle Sky Net’s obstruction slowed Asura’s speed.

All this happened in a flash, in the blink of an eye.

Yet, this moment was enough for Luo Feng.

"Kill!"

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes as a surge of majestic energy rose from Luo Feng’s heart, as if he merged with heaven and earth, embodying an unstoppable momentum.

With Sky Cloud Step pushed to the extreme, Luo Feng appeared mere meters away from Asura with just a flicker, leaving afterimages that gradually faded in the onlookers’ visions.

"Thunder Fire Shocking Heavens!"

Locking his sharp gaze on Asura, the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber in Luo Feng’s hand disappeared into the void, slashing toward Asura’s head with the force of a thunderbolt.

Boom!

Integrating Grand Momentum, the power of Thunder Fire Shocking Heavens elevates to a height never seen before. Within a hundred-meter radius, strands of electric light and thunder fire dart around, as if an apocalypse is imminent, while Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber bursts the air layer by layer.

Asura stands under the Saber Intent, his mind slightly dazed.

In this moment, he feels as if he’s up against not a young human but a towering dangerous peak, a vast abyss, and the overwhelming pressure almost solidifies the Demonic Qi surging through him.

Pfft!

His distraction lasts but a moment, and when Asura comes to his senses, Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber has already struck his right shoulder, the intense pain contorting his features completely.

"Die!"

With a furious roar, Asura recklessly channels the Demonic Qi, attempting to claw at Luo Feng.

"Such strong defense!"

Luo Feng’s mind is alert, with Grand Momentum enveloping him; he has no fear in his heart, only understanding that if this saber doesn’t slay Asura, he himself is destined to die.

Disregarding all distractions, Luo Feng focuses entirely on the saber’s edge, and in this unprecedented focus, he even clearly perceives each moment the blade cuts through Asura’s flesh. Things that seemed vague around him now become clearer in his heart.

"Slash!"

In that instant, Luo Feng feels a forceful idea enter his mind — vast and uncontrollable — and involuntarily lets out a deep shout.

"Slash!"

The overlapping voices give rise to a notion in Luo Feng’s heart: under the heavens, nothing cannot be slashed!

This idea is so potent, it seamlessly merges into his Saber Intent, making Asura’s once tough flesh suddenly become fragile.

Hiss!

With a flash of the blade imbued with Grand Momentum, it tears from Asura’s right shoulder to his left abdomen.

Woosh!

With a gentle step, Luo Feng gracefully retreats, avoiding Asura’s waning strike.

In the next instant!

Pfft!

A great deal of blood spurts from Asura’s body, shooting up over ten meters high, while his eyes dim slowly, and his face shows unwillingness and disbelief in his final moments.

He was about to transform into a Great Asura, and he can’t believe, even in death, that he would be slain by a human Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm’s sixth level.

Exhale...

Looking at Asura’s corpse, Luo Feng lets out a long breath.

Since becoming a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, this has been his most challenging battle, more so than his life-and-death duel with Yi Tian.

In these brief moments, he feels as if time has stretched infinitely, dancing always on the blade’s edge.

Yet, ultimately, the victor remains him.

His gaze falls on Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber in hand, recalling the feeling he had just now, his eyes flickering slightly.

"It feels like something merged into my Grand Momentum just now. Not sure what..."

Asura’s defensive power is stronger than Luo Feng imagined; when he struck just now, Luo Feng had already exerted all his strength but couldn’t slay Asura.

However, a spirit-clear moment allowed an idea to blend into his Grand Momentum, enhancing it considerably, enabling him to slay Asura.

Had it not been for that idea’s fusion, it would have been, at the least, a mutually destructive situation.

Wow!

While Luo Feng is pondering the reason behind that mysterious idea’s appearance, a wave of enthusiasm erupts on the platform.

"Luo Feng won! He won!"

Many disciples of the Golden Palace cheer.

"One slash to kill Asura; that slash was terrifying! My mind was captivated by the blade’s light, and I didn’t dare breathe heavily."

"I feel his Saber Technique made a breakthrough at the last moment. Otherwise, it might have been hard to kill this Asura instantly."

"Breaking through mid-battle. Truly enviable. Among those progressing most in this hunting tournament, it should be him. With a peak-level Spiritual Rotation Realm of the sixth level, combined with such profound Saber Technique cultivation, he might break into the top thirty in the next New Dragon List tournament!"

"It’s well-deserved. Opportunities and dangers coexist; he dares to challenge a half-Great Asura alone. Give me ten guts, I wouldn’t dare."

"Yes, true geniuses are like him, it seems. I can’t compare anyway."

With Asura’s death, everyone’s expressions become relaxed instantly, engaging in discussions while countless gazes turn to Luo Feng with reverence and admiration, as well as gratitude.

Everyone understands in their hearts that had Luo Feng not fought to the death today, none of the thousands of them could leave here alive.

"Forget it, I’ll figure it out slowly when I have time."

After a moment of thought, Luo Feng fails to find the reason for the strengthening Grand Momentum and decides to stop pondering over it. With a swing of his saber, he chops off Asura’s head and, with a beckon, collects it into his storage ring.

Possessing Asura’s head, at this moment, Luo Feng can’t help but feel a hint of excitement in his heart.

This Asura was already at half-step Great Asura realms, undoubtedly a Demon General-level expert in terms of strength. With this head, he will surely have a place in the top ten in this twelve Golden Palace hunt tournament!

"There’s still one thing left to do..."

Eyeing the black palace at the end of the platform, Luo Feng raises an eyebrow, and like an arrow, he immediately shoots into the palace gate.

Seeing this scene, others show longing in their eyes; some even have a hint of greed.

With a Demon Sect stronghold guarded by two Demon Generals, it surely holds vast treasures inside.

Yet, none step towards the palace; those who harbor greed dare not at this moment.

Luo Feng slayed Asura and saved all their lives. If they now vie for wealth, it would be outright ungrateful, earning them universal contempt and becoming the shame of their Golden Palace!

Even if someone doesn’t care about reputation, their chances of being ambushed and slain while roaming the martial world would greatly increase.

Most Martial Artists value gratitude and loyalty highly, and none wish to bear such consequences. After all, no matter how much money one has, it needs life to be spent.