After the intense battle, the once dilapidated tavern was now completely unrecognizable.

The four walls of the tavern were riddled with horrifying sword scars. The roof, punctured by a large hole, had collapsed into a pile of ruins.

Amidst the devastation, Luo Feng's table remained untouched. Even the dishes upon it hadn't shifted in the slightest, as if existing in a separate world.

"Don't kill me!"

Underneath the table, the waiter clutched his head, his entire body trembling.

Qin Honglie's piercing gaze fell upon Luo Feng. His eyes narrowed slightly, emitting an intimidating light as he licked his lips and said, "I didn't expect two fish to slip through the net!"

WHOOSH!

With a flick of his ghost-headed sharp sword, Qin Honglie advanced step by step, a chilling killing intent radiating from him.

As Qin Honglie's gaze swept over him, the waiter felt an icy chill creep through his body, as if he had been plunged into an icehouse. He trembled even more violently, his face draining of all color.

"Young Hero, save me! I've just started a family... I don't want to die..." Seeing Qin Honglie approach, the waiter clutched at Luo Feng as if he were his last straw of hope.

Looking at the tearful waiter, Qin Honglie licked his lips, clearly savoring the moment. He laughed heartily, "It's useless to struggle. I've said it before, all of you are going to die. No one can save you today!"

THUD!

Hearing Qin Honglie's words, the waiter collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

Luo Feng ignored Qin Honglie beside him. He put down his wine cup, patted his stomach, and said, "The food is good. Waiter, the bill, please."

With that, Luo Feng took out a silver ingot, placed it on the table, and stood up.

Both the waiter and Qin Honglie were stunned.

Immediately, Qin Honglie's expression turned exceedingly ugly. Looking at Luo Feng, he snarled, "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"I heard. So what?" Luo Feng glanced at Qin Honglie calmly.

The chill on Qin Honglie's face intensified. He sneered, "If you want to leave, you'll leave your life behind first!"

"I intend to walk out, and I doubt you can stop me." Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, his gaze calm as he looked at Qin Honglie again.

Qin Honglie paused, then burst into laughter, looking at Luo Feng with arrogance. "A mere martial artist at the mid-stage of the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm, daring to be so audacious in front of me!"

His tone shifted, a cold glint in his eyes as he sneered menacingly, "Very well! I've suddenly changed my mind. I'm going to carve the flesh from your body, piece by piece. That will be the price for angering me!"

"You're welcome to try." A murderous glint flashed in Luo Feng's eyes; he was prepared for a bloody battle.

He already had the death of an Ivy School student on his hands; one more wouldn't make a difference.

The waiter, finally snapping out of his shock, looked at Luo Feng in astonishment. His earlier plea to Luo Feng for help had just been a desperate measure; he hadn't truly believed Luo Feng could be a match for Qin Honglie, one of the Four Young Masters. Now, seeing Luo Feng actually challenge Qin Honglie, even as a bystander, the waiter was frightened out of his wits.

We're doomed this time… the waiter muttered, slumping back to the ground.

Fiery Sun Young Master, Qin Hongyuan, was notoriously ruthless. If they had begged for mercy, there might have been a slim chance of survival. But by challenging him like this, even the last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

The waiter's words clearly reached Luo Feng's ears. He merely smiled, not letting it distract him. His sharp gaze remained fixed on Qin Hongyuan, his Yuan Qi reined in, ready to strike.

"Hehe, it's been a while since anyone dared to speak to me like this! You've got guts! Let's see what you're really made of!"

A murderous light flared in Qin Honglie's eyes. As he shook his ghost-headed sharp sword, it emitted a blood-red Sword Gang.

The Sword Gang, several zhang long, radiated a terrifying heat. Nearby tables and chairs began to smolder. The chilling killing intent, like a tidal wave, surged towards Luo Feng from all directions.

SWISH!

With a casual slash of the Sword Gang, a red light flashed, and half the tavern was sent flying. Bearing down with terrifying pressure, it descended upon Luo Feng's head, seeming to incinerate everything in its path.

"Ah!"

The waiter, having never witnessed such a scene, screamed in terror, fell to the ground, and wet his pants.

Luo Feng's eyes were as calm as still water, his right hand resting on the hilt of his saber. Even before he moved, a sharp aura spread from him, tearing the ground around him to shreds.

A strange ripple spread out like water, and a massive saber-shaped phantom condensed into an astonishing saber gleam, imbued with infinite explosive power. Wherever it passed, the air compressed layer by layer, as if about to solidify.

Luo Feng, intent on killing, had unleashed his Grand Momentum with his first move.

This is... Grand Momentum! Qin Honglie was aghast, staring at Luo Feng in disbelief.

He had initially assumed his opponent was just an ordinary martial artist at the mid-stage of the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm. Even if he possessed some skills, he couldn't be that strong. He never expected him to have comprehended Grand Momentum!

Grand Momentum was ethereal and notoriously difficult to grasp. As one of the Four Young Masters, Qin Honglie understood this deeply.

Feeling that saber gleam, which seemed to fuse with the will of heaven and earth, he froze for a moment. Then, an intense jealousy filled his eyes. He was only half a step away from comprehending Sword Intent, yet that half-step had eluded him for two years, with no progress whatsoever!

This youth before him, younger than himself, had comprehended the Grand Momentum he so desperately craved. This realization stoked Qin Honglie's fury.

Today, I must kill this man!

With this thought, Qin Honglie roared. A fiery red light flashed in his pupils, locking onto Luo Feng as his sword gleam surged by three zhang!

BUZZ!

The red sword gleam moved with incredible speed, transforming into a line of fire that stabbed heavily onto the black saber gleam.

CRACKLE!

The saber gleam and sword energy crumbled inch by inch, sharp energies scattering in all directions.

BOOM!

The violent impact of their collision shook the already teetering tavern, which finally collapsed with a deafening crash.

WHOOSH!

Through the dust, a figure retreated several steps—it was Qin Honglie. He had underestimated the power of the saber gleam and found himself at a disadvantage.

The waiter stared dumbly at the scene, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time. The moment they clashed, he had been sure Luo Feng was dead. To see Qin Honglie forced back instead left him utterly shocked.

"Damn it! I'll kill you!" Having suffered an unexpected setback, Qin Honglie was enraged, his face so grim it looked as if it might bleed.

Yuan Qi surged around him, and his pupils turned a terrifying crimson. A halo of fire appeared behind him.

CRACKLE! POP!

The intense heat from the flaming halo scorched the ground, causing it to crackle incessantly. Qin Honglie's eyes were like a tiger's, his aura intensifying bit by bit, clearly preparing to unleash his full power.

Luo Feng's eyes were sharp, the saber-shaped phantom in his pupils pulsed slightly. An oppressive aura, like a mountain of knives, spread outwards, pulverizing the nearby tables and chairs as if slashed by invisible Saber Qi.

A ferocious look appeared on Qin Honglie's face. Just as he was about to strike, a resonant voice suddenly descended from the sky.

"Hold your hand!"

The voice was majestic, seeming to come from the distant horizon yet whispering right beside their ears. It carried an invisible pressure, showcasing immense strength.

Luo Feng's expression changed. The newcomer's aura was incredibly powerful, at least that of a Spiritual Rotation Realm expert.

Qin Honglie also reined in his aura, frowning as he looked to the west.

In an instant, a golden radiance appeared in the western sky.

The golden light grew larger and larger, tinting half the sky. From afar, a figure could be seen enveloped within the light, shooting towards them with incredible speed.

SWISH!

The golden light arrived in a blink, then suddenly dispersed, revealing a figure stepping out.

Luo Feng squinted. It was a clean-shaven middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, dressed in a green robe. His plain appearance belied a powerful aura, like a coiled dragon, a crouching tiger. A single glance from him felt as if it could penetrate one's soul.

The middle-aged man frowned upon seeing the gruesome sight of corpses littering the ground. His gaze shifted to Qin Honglie. "Qin Honglie, you've been on another killing spree. Your dean indulges you too much!"

Qin Honglie seemed unconcerned. "I was hunting the Impermanence Ten Ghosts," he said indifferently. "These people were merely caught in the crossfire."

Luo Feng glanced at the middle-aged man with some surprise. Qin Honglie seemed quite wary of this person; Luo Feng wondered who he was.

The middle-aged man didn't argue with Qin Honglie. Instead, he turned his gaze to Luo Feng and smiled. "You are Luo Feng from the Purple Sun School?"

Luo Feng was slightly surprised. This person knows me?

"Yes, that's me," Luo Feng replied frankly. Although he couldn't discern the man's cultivation, his ability to travel through the air indicated he was definitely a Spiritual Rotation Realm expert. If he were an enemy, he wouldn't bother with such pleasantries.

Nearby, Qin Honglie's brow twitched. He gave Luo Feng a deep look, his eyes growing even colder. When Luo Feng demonstrated the Grand Momentum earlier, he had already guessed Luo Feng's identity.

The middle-aged man heard his confirmation, nodded, and chuckled. "So it really is you. To comprehend Grand Momentum at such a young age—truly, heroes emerge from the young!"

"May I ask who you are?"

"I forgot to introduce myself." The middle-aged man smiled. "I am Feng Linshan, the Dean of Changxin Academy."

The Dean of Changxin Academy... isn't that the academy Cang Nanyue attended!? A thought struck Luo Feng, and his tone became more amiable. He clasped his hands. "So it is Dean Feng!"

A hint of appreciation showed in Feng Linshan's eyes. He glanced at Qin Honglie beside them and asked, "What are you two doing?"

Luo Feng glanced at Qin Honglie and replied with a faint smile, "You should ask him."

With Feng Linshan's sudden appearance, Qin Honglie knew he couldn't make a move on Luo Feng today. He managed a strained smile. "It's nothing, just a misunderstanding."

Shooting Luo Feng a cold glare, Qin Honglie said, "Luo Feng, the summit is in two days. We shall meet again then!"

"I look forward to it," Luo Feng nodded, his face expressionless.

"Very good!" The chill on Qin Honglie's face intensified. He sheathed his sword and strode away.

As Qin Honglie departed, Feng Linshan cautioned, "Luo Feng, Qin Honglie seems to harbor hostility towards you. He advanced to the late stage of the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm six months ago, and his Great Sun Divine Illumination Sword has reached the Great Accomplishment stage. His strength is not to be underestimated. You should be careful."

"Thank you, Dean Feng. I know how to handle myself." Luo Feng nodded. He looked at Feng Linshan and asked, "Dean Feng, did you come here specifically to find me?"

This was a desolate, mountainous area. It was strange that Feng Linshan would appear here and recognize him.

Feng Linshan nodded and smiled. "Yes, I came at someone's request. They have arrived."

Hmm?

Luo Feng's perception was keen. Detecting several auras approaching, he squinted towards the west.

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