Chapter 958: Chapter 955: Slap Your Own Face

"It’s Yi Wuxue, he’s really here."

"He’s probably here for Luo Feng; this should be interesting."

"Yi Wuxue slaughtered a Demon General; his strength is unfathomable. From what Luo Feng just showed, he’s no ordinary person either—I wonder who is more powerful."

Upon seeing Yi Wuxue, everyone instinctively took two steps back, the sharp aura emanating from him forced them to retreat.

The trio stopped, Yi Wuxue cast a cold eye at Luo Feng, his sinister gaze fell upon Leng Yunshan, and he spoke in a lukewarm tone:

"Leng Yunshan, what were you trying to say just now?"

Leng Yunshan’s face stiffened; although he was the young city lord in East Flame City, he dared not easily offend a Golden Palace disciple, not to mention these three weren’t ordinary disciples of Sky Sword Pavilion.

Besides Yi Wuxue, the other two were also Inner Sect Disciples of Golden Palace, with their cultivation around the Spiritual Rotation Realm sixth level—far above him. Not to mention Yi Wuxue, who had already stepped into the seventh level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, having killed Demon General-level experts.

"Haha, I wasn’t planning to say anything; you must have misheard." Leng Yunshan said stiffly.

A pretty female disciple to Yi Wuxue’s left sneered, "Smart move."

At this moment, Yi Wuxue looked towards Luo Feng, the fierceness in his pupils slightly flickering, with a cold smile he said:

"Luo Feng, didn’t expect to see you here."

Luo Feng glanced at Yi Wuxue, raising his eyebrows.

The opponent’s cultivation had indeed stepped into the seventh level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, which came as a surprise. However, from the Yuan Qi fluctuations, Yi Wuxue seemed to have just broken through, perhaps with the aid of some spiritual medicine to forcefully charge his realm.

With his expression unchanged, Luo Feng said lightly:

"I didn’t expect it either."

Yi Wuxue frowned; during this hunting party, he was fortunate to come across a millennia-old Yunyan spiritual ginseng, which, after consuming, allowed his cultivation to leap from the middle of the sixth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm to the seventh.

He believed that among this year’s new disciples, regarding cultivation, he should be the number one.

Spotting Luo Feng by chance, Yi Wuxue immediately came over, intentionally releasing his aura to give Luo Feng a warning of sorts, showing the gap between them, and to regain lost honor.

But Luo Feng’s calm demeanor made him feel as if he was punching into cotton, feeling highly unpleasant.

The pretty female disciple noticed Yi Wuxue’s face and turned her gaze to Luo Feng, raising her slender eyebrows, asking knowingly:

"Brother Yi, who is this person?"

Yi Wuxue coldly snorted, "Linglong Hall’s disciple Luo Feng."

"Linglong Hall’s disciple? But as far as I know, Linglong Hall only admits girls."

Another Sky Sword Pavilion disciple mocked, "Who knows? Back then, despite being the number one Martial Champion and ranking top three in Golden Palace, they never admitted him as a disciple. Yet only Shui Linglong from Linglong Hall broke the rules and accepted him as an Inner Sect Disciple. I suspect there’s some unspeakable dealings here."

Both were part of Yi Wuxue’s group and knew that Yi Wuxue had been defeated by Luo Feng at the Twelve Golden Palace Tournament, feeling uneasy; they immediately began mocking to suppress Luo Feng’s spirit.

Hearing them speak disrespectfully about Shui Linglong, Luo Feng’s gaze darkened, staring at the speaking youth, "Slap yourself thirty times, and I’ll let it go. Otherwise, the consequences won’t be that simple."

With the increasingly tense atmosphere, Leng Yunshan’s forehead began to sweat, feeling a bit dizzy.

He dared not offend Luo Feng, but equally dared not offend Yi Wuxue.

If they started fighting here, should anything happen, regardless of which side sought accountability, he could not bear such responsibility.

Summoning courage, Leng Yunshan chuckled apologetically:

"Everyone, please calm down. I have prepared a banquet at my residence. Since you all know each other, why not move to my place to catch up leisurely?"

He had no idea how to defuse the out-of-control situation but just wanted to pass this mess to Lengyuan.

"Get lost!"

Yi Wuxue waved a hand; a vast wave of energy pushed Leng Yunshan, making him roll on the ground several times.

"Young Master!"

Several Iron Spear Army members frantically helped Leng Yunshan up, glaring at Yi Wuxue and his group.

Leng Yunshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Yi Wuxue with a dark expression and thought: Arrogant, at the Twelve Golden Palace Tournament back then, didn’t you lose to Luo Feng? You’ll get your comeuppance sooner or later!

Pushing Leng Yunshan aside, Yi Wuxue looked at Luo Feng, his eyes sparkling:

"So, a good thirty slaps on the face. Today, I, Yi Wuxue, must see what skill you have to make Junior Brother Lin slap himself thirty times."

Luo Feng remained unmoved, his gaze still locked onto the youth named Lin Lu, "I’ll ask you again, will you slap yourself or not?"

"You’re courting death!"

Lin Lu’s eyes flashed with a chilling light, telling Yi Wuxue, "Senior Brother, no need to waste words with him. I’ll teach him a lesson, and show him how to behave!"

Swoosh!

Having said that, Lin Lu drew his sword, leapt forward, followed by numerous shadows, appearing three steps ahead of Luo Feng in a flash, swinging his sword.

"Luo Feng, watch out!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Leng Yunshan felt the startling sharpness in the sword aura and couldn’t help but warn.

Compared to the domineering Yi Wuxue, he hoped Luo Feng would triumph; secondly, he had only been hostile towards Luo Feng and the girl named Bing Ruolan before—as a result, Lengyuan furiously punished him with three months of solitary confinement. If Luo Feng perished, causing a mysterious force to surface, the backlash may be unimaginable, potentially devastating the entire East Flame City.

Swoosh!

As Lin Lu’s sword slashed down, intense sharpness surged skyward, with pale blue sword aura in mid-air forming a range of mountains, dense and heavy—a majestic intent realm unfurled, bearing down towards Luo Feng beneath.

Crack...

The Sword Gang was overly fierce; as the sword aura pressed down by just one inch, the rock pavement instantly split into web-like cracks, the intense sword pressure forcing the surrounding spectators to continually retreat.

"Sky Sword Pavilion’s Horizontal Peak Swordsmanship, such power! I’m afraid Luo Feng can’t withstand it." Someone recognized the swordsmanship Lin Lu displayed and showed astonishment.

Yi Wuxue stood aside, lips curving with a faint smile.

Though Lin Lu wasn’t considered the cream of the crop among Sky Sword Pavilion’s Inner Sect disciples, he was no slouch either, his cultivation reaching the early sixth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, his Horizontal Peak Swordsmanship at small success; his strength rivaled a mid-sixth level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist.

"Since you won’t act, I’ll have to do it myself."

Seeing the imposing Sword Gang was about to strike Luo Feng, Luo Feng briefly flexed his eyebrows, casually throwing a punch.

To the crowd’s surprised gazes, the fiercely formidable pale blue Sword Gang shattered layer by layer like crystal under Luo Feng’s fist with utterly no resistance.

The fist smashed the Sword Gang, punching through; Lin Lu’s Protective Gang Energy was utterly obliterated.

Pfft!

Face pale, Lin Lu spewed a mouthful of fresh blood mid-air, his body hurtling back, carving a terrifyingly long crack of over ten meters in the street.

"You..."

Glaring at Luo Feng with a mix of shock and anger, Lin Lu spat another mouthful of blood, unable to believe he couldn’t even withstand a single punch, even sustaining grave injuries.

The surrounding crowd, at this moment, was also dumbfounded.

They saw the Sword Gang almost engulfing Luo Feng, yet the next instant it shattered, Lin Lu drastically wounded.

Many faces still retained their initial shock expressions.

"One punch seriously injured Lin Lu—did I see that correctly? Lin Lu, for all being a sixth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist, fell so easily."

"You weren’t mistaken. It seems Luo Feng’s strength is beyond our imagination. That punch earlier didn’t even utilize martial arts."

"I can’t discern his cultivation; can you?"

"I can’t either."

"Could it be, he’s already stepped into the seventh level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm like Yi Wuxue?"

The street was abuzz with waves of astonishment.

"Junior Brother Lin!"

Seeing Lin Lu severely injured and fallen, the pretty female disciple’s eyes changed as she was about to draw her sword to assist.

Swoosh!

Amid the street, a brilliant flash of light streaked past; it was so fast that most people didn’t notice, only feeling the astounding sharpness approaching, making their skin faintly chilly.

Swoosh!

The next moment, the pretty female disciple’s waist sash split silently in half.