"Yang Zhen!"

Ling Feng grabbed Yang Zhen by the collar and lifted him high into the air. His voice turned cold. "You were once one of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes, a man of high standing. Ending up like this today is entirely your own doing. You have no one else to blame!"

Yang Zhen coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, then gave a bleak smile. "The winner takes all and the loser loses everything. Ling Feng, you've won today, but that doesn't mean you're qualified... Cough... qualified to lecture me!"

"Lecture you? Do you think you deserve that?"

Ling Feng raised his gaze and stared straight at him. He drew a slow breath, then shook his head. In the end, he struck out with a palm and shattered Yang Zhen's dantian, crippling him completely, yet he did not take his life!

This man carried the blood of several senior brothers on his hands. Letting him live was not mercy. His fate would be decided by all the disciples of the Hall of War together!

"You... you crippled my cultivation!"

As his dantian collapsed, Yang Zhen felt his strength drain away bit by bit. His whole body trembled. Without his cultivation, he was no longer one of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes, only a pitiful worm!

He would rather die than live like this!

"Hmph! Letting you die so easily would be too kind. How you're dealt with will be decided by Supreme Elder Xu!"

Ling Feng snorted and dragged Yang Zhen out of the water. Yang Zhen continued to curse wildly, but as his strength faded, his voice weakened until he finally lost consciousness.

He was already beyond saving. His spiritual consciousness and dantian had both been destroyed. For the rest of his life, he would never step onto the martial path again.

"Phew..."

Landing on the shore, Ling Feng let out a long breath. This battle had not been easy!

...

On the other battle.

Song Feilian had never been weak to begin with. With the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows that Ling Feng had lent him, the outcome was all but decided.

After a brutal and grueling fight, the Hall of War disciples steadily gained the upper hand. Among the demon race, including the fox clan great emperor Ye Qingxue, fewer than five remained, barely holding on.

Even Ye Qingxue was completely suppressed by the power of the Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows. She could only evade desperately. If she were struck by one of the arrows, the consequences would be severe.

"We've barely secured the advantage here, but the real outcome depends on Junior Brother Ling!"

A grave look flashed in Song Feilian's eyes. He had no idea whether Ling Feng, facing Yang Zhen and Wen Te alone, could truly kill them both as he claimed.

Those were two early-tier great emperors at the level of the "Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes".

If it were him, even with his speed, he would only dare to say he "might escape". As for killing them, that was out of the question.

"I think since Yang Zhen and Wen Te haven't returned yet, they're still locked in battle. That kid lasting this long against the two of them is already beyond belief."

Donghuang Xuanyi showed a trace of concern, but deep down, he still hoped Ling Feng would create another miracle.

At that moment, someone looked up.

A white figure shot in from the distant eastern sky.

"It's Junior Brother Ling!"

One sharp-eyed disciple cried out. Instantly, all the Hall of War disciples were stirred with excitement.

The one returning was Ling Feng.

That meant he had won.

Ling Feng had faced Yang Zhen and Wen Te alone and still emerged victorious.

"Hahaha! Junior Brother Ling won!"

"Junior Brother Ling is incredible!"

"He... He actually did it!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Feng Ling's beautiful eyes. This man truly was a monster!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Song Feilian shouted three times in a row, unable to hide his excitement.

"That kid..."

Donghuang Xuanyi shook his head with a wry smile. He was completely convinced now. New talents would always surpass the old!

On the other side, the remaining demon race members looked far less pleased.

"That brat actually killed Wen Te and defeated Yang Zhen!"

Ye Qingxue bit her lip, a trace of fear rising in her heart. The Hall of War side now had not only Song Feilian, but also an even more terrifying monster, Ling Feng.

If the battle continued, total annihilation might be their only fate.

A figure flashed as Ling Feng landed among the Hall of War disciples.

It seemed lending out those three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows had paid off. Overall, the Hall of War had suffered minimal losses, while the demon race had already retreated to a valley thirty li ahead, entering their final desperate stand.

"Junior Brother Ling!"

"Junior Brother Ling!"

One after another, the disciples stepped forward to greet him warmly. Whether they were Extreme Human Emperors or early-tier great emperors, all of them set aside their pride.

Ling Feng had become their hero! By his own strength, he had turned the entire battle around!

Some even felt uneasy. They had once looked down on him or made things difficult. Now that he had grown so powerful, would he settle those old scores?

Ling Feng simply nodded lightly. He was not a petty man and had long since let go of those past slights.

"Junior Brother Ling, that was beautifully done! You deserve the greatest credit!"

Song Feilian gave his shoulder a firm pat with clear admiration in his eyes.

In a sense, Ling Feng now fully qualified to stand among the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes, and perhaps even rank above him!

"Let's not talk about that for now."

Ling Feng casually tossed the unconscious Yang Zhen onto the ground. "This is the traitor Yang Zhen. I've destroyed his dantian. As for how to deal with him, I'll leave that to all of you senior brothers!"

"Yang Zhen!"

Song Feilian glanced at him. Seeing him covered in blood, crippled, and missing an arm, he shook his head. "We'll leave this matter to Supreme Elder Xu once we're out. For now, the demon race has not been fully dealt with!"

Ling Feng nodded. After killing Wen Te and crippling Yang Zhen, the anger in his heart had already been vented. As for Yang Zhen's final fate, he no longer cared.

"Here are your three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows and the Moon Radiance Heavenly King Bow. I'm returning them."

Song Feilian handed the bow and arrows back. It had to be said, those three arrows were the key to maintaining almost zero casualties for the Hall of War. No matter what, victory was already secured. All that remained was the final phase.

"Mm."

Ling Feng accepted them and looked toward the demon race's last stronghold. The temporary ceasefire was indeed the wiser choice.

A cornered beast would still fight desperately. In warfare, the best approach was to trap without pressing the attack, waiting until the enemy lost the will to fight before finishing them in one push. Forcing them into a last stand would only come at a greater cost.

After all, Ye Qingxue was still there. Pressing too hard was not wise.

But this situation was about to change!