Chapter 959: Chapter 956: Not a Single Strike Less!

"Ah!"

A delicate scream, the pretty young woman crouched down just before her clothes slipped.

At this moment, her face no longer had the arrogance it previously did, her red lips tightly pressed, her face pale as snow. She glanced at Luo Feng, who had somehow drawn the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, with a deep fear in her eyes.

Just now, she didn’t even see how Luo Feng made his move; she only felt a chill on her skin, and then her belt was cut in half...

She couldn’t imagine the consequences if she had been a moment slower.

She probably wouldn’t have the face to stay in the Golden Palace anymore.

Sigh...

Seeing the pretty young woman crouching on the ground, a low sigh of regret echoed through the street.

To be fair, this female disciple from the Sky Sword Pavilion was quite beautiful, with a delicate face, ********, and a big ****. Just now, people thought they could catch a glimpse of spring, but now they were full of endless regret.

The calmer ones, however, were now looking at Luo Feng, their expressions solemn, with a deep dread in their eyes.

"Did any of you see how Luo Feng made his move just now?"

"No, what exactly happened just now? Why did that female disciple from the Sky Sword Pavilion’s belt suddenly split apart?"

"I don’t know either; I just saw a flash of white light, and then it was like this. I thought I was seeing things."

"It’s so damn bizarre. Is this Luo Feng even human? If he intended to kill, that female disciple from the Sky Sword Pavilion would probably already be dead and decapitated. She’s at the initial stage of the Sixth Layer of the Spiritual Rotation Realm!"

The people nearby exchanged glances, their hearts shocked.

In the crowd, a sharp-eyed gunman with a hat looked at Luo Feng, his eyes gleaming as he spoke:

"What a formidable Drawing Saber Technique, I couldn’t evade such a slash either..."

After a moment of discussion, the crowd’s eyes turned to Yi Wuxue.

Two disciples from the Sky Sword Pavilion failed miserably in front of Luo Feng. As a senior brother, Yi Wuxue was bound to step forward.

But when everyone’s eyes fell on Yi Wuxue, they were slightly stunned.

The Bloodless Sword Yi Wuxue, notorious in the rtiad for his ruthlessness, stood there unmoving.

Yi Wuxue stared at Luo Feng, his gaze profound, his right hand gripping the sword slightly trembling from exertion.

He always knew this junior sister had feelings for him.

At this moment, he wanted to teach Luo Feng a lesson more than anyone else.

Yet, he couldn’t make a move.

Luo Feng’s slash was unbelievably fast. He only sensed the saber qi approach, and his junior sister’s belt was already cut off.

Such power would amaze both gods and ghosts.

He assessed internally how likely he would be to evade such a slash.

The result was only thirty percent!

Thirty percent chance of survival, and another seventy percent that the saber would seal his throat, with no other possibility.

At this moment, Luo Feng had already arrived in front of another Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, Lin Lu.

"You dared insult my master Shui Linglong. Today no one can save you. Will you punish yourself, or shall I help you? You choose." Luo Feng spoke indifferently.

Lin Lu’s face twitched. Despite the urge to vomit blood, he angrily said:

"Luo Feng, don’t be so arrogant! My senior brother killed a Demon General level expert, killing you would take but a single move."

Upon hearing this, Yi Wuxue’s eye twitched fiercely, a burning sensation rising on his face.

He did indeed kill a Demon General, but the truth was, he inadvertently found a Demon General hiding in a cave to heal. At the time, the Demon General was already severely injured, with only one-tenth of its full strength remaining, so he managed to take advantage.

If it had been a face-to-face confrontation, even ten of him wouldn’t have been a match.

But at this moment, he could only stand up.

Otherwise, how could he maintain his standing in front of his junior brother and sister in the future?

Seeing Yi Wuxue step forward, the crowd focused their gaze, filled with heat and expectation.

Two great talents confronting each other — who would come out on top?

Yi Wuxue looked at Luo Feng and spoke:

"Luo Feng, I’ll compensate you with a hundred thousand second-grade Yuan Stones. Let’s end this matter here, what do you say?"

Buzz!

The crowd’s expressions shook. They expected Yi Wuxue to challenge Luo Feng, but to their surprise, he was seeking peace.

Having suffered such a loss, the Bloodless Sword Yi Wuxue was actually seeking peace with Luo Feng!

The female disciple from the Sky Sword Pavilion, who had just re-secured her clothes, was also full of disbelief, looking at her admired senior brother.

Meanwhile, Leng Yunshan, seeing Yi Wuxue’s defeat, felt immensely pleased, becoming even more impressed by Luo Feng.

"A hundred thousand second-grade Yuan Stones?"

Luo Feng raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "Not necessary."

With nearly ten million second-grade Yuan Stones on him, he didn’t care about a mere hundred thousand.

Shui Linglong had been a benefactor to him. During the life-and-death battle, it was thanks to the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber Technique gifted by her that he could defeat Yi Tian. Lin Lu spoke disrespectfully of Shui Linglong, so how could he let it slide for a mere hundred thousand second-grade Yuan Stones?

Seeing Luo Feng refuse, Yi Wuxue’s face turned thoroughly grim.

Taking out a hundred thousand second-grade Yuan Stones made his heart bleed — it was a full third of his wealth!

Thinking of that terrifying saber light earlier, Yi Wuxue tried to soften his tone, "Luo Feng, let things pass a bit. Give me some face, will you?"

"I don’t need to give you face."

Luo Feng sneered coldly, glanced at the bloodied Lin Lu, and said indifferently, "I said today no one can save him."

Turning his head, Luo Feng spoke to the Iron Spear Army, "Who would like to help?"

"I’ll do it!"

Disregarding Yi Wuxue’s murderous look, Leng Yunshan, full of grinning malice, stepped out.

He remembered clearly Lin Lu’s earlier gaze on him and wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.

Besides, he could already see that Yi Wuxue was no match for Luo Feng; that’s why he hesitated to make a move.

Doing this could also please Luo Feng, a win-win situation.

"You, give me your spear."

Leng Yunshan pointed at an Iron Spear Army guard, his demeanor completely changed from before.

Wielding a spear the size of a baby’s fist, Leng Yunshan stepped towards Lin Lu, smiling:

"Thirty times. Don’t worry, I’ll count clearly."

"Don’t you dare!"

Lin Lu shouted angrily and looked at Yi Wuxue, "Senior Brother, kill them now!"

Luo Feng glanced at Yi Wuxue and said calmly, "Do what you want, I want to see who dares to stop you."

Yi Wuxue’s brow twitched, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand, instructing the stunned female disciple from the Sky Sword Pavilion, "We’re leaving!"

This scene froze everyone.

Yi Wuxue, not daring to fight Luo Feng, wanted to leave!

Lin Lu, lying on the ground, couldn’t believe it, "Senior Brother... ah!"

Before he could finish, a silver light flashed before his eyes. A searing pain shot through his mouth, spreading throughout his body, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Leng Yunshan, full of resentment, unleashed his fury without holding back, using his full strength.

"Senior Brother, Lin Lu he..."

The pretty young woman pressed her lips together, speaking to Yi Wuxue.

"Let’s go!"

Yi Wuxue spoke again, his voice cold as ice, making the young woman tremble slightly, not daring to say another word.

"Luo Feng, we’ll meet at the New Dragon Conference. Today’s humiliation will be returned tenfold, a hundredfold!"

At the street’s entrance, Yi Wuxue suddenly stopped, glanced coldly at Luo Feng, his pupils glinting coldly.

As long as he handed over the Demon General’s head, he could exchange it for a ground-level cultivation technique. He was confident he could surpass Luo Feng in the coming months.

Yi Wuxue had already decided that at the New Dragon List Conference, he would return today’s humiliation tenfold, a hundredfold.

Seeing their departing figures, Luo Feng didn’t mind. His grudge with Yi Wuxue had already formed during the Golden Palace assessment, so one more incident didn’t matter.

"The New Dragon List Conference hasn’t even started yet, and I’ve already counted two strong enemies. The road ahead is indeed bumpy..."

With a bitter smile, Luo Feng shook his head, looked at Leng Yunshan, and said calmly:

"Thirty strokes, not one less."