"I see....Then there is no need to waste any more words with you."
Li Fengâs voice was ice cold as he withdrew his fist as a thin trail of blood dripped from his knuckle could be seen.
Yet inside, he couldnât help but feel a flicker of surprise.
Li Feng had struck with the intent to blow this man head clean off...and yet this guy had actually manage to tank his punch.
âThis guy body is strangely tough...â he thought inwardly.
Yan Moxuan staggered back half a step, as his cheek already cave in from the attack.
But surprisingly, he didnât seem offended by the attack at all.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a low, dangerous laugh.
"... Interesting."
He cracked his neck, the sharp sound echoing like breaking bones.
His eyes glowed with a cruel red light as demonic qi surged around him like black flames.
"Whatâs your name?"
Li Feng didnât answer.
He simply rolled his shoulders once, his expression calm yet also radiating an unmistakable killing intent.
"Li Feng."
In the next instant, both of them moved.
BOOM!!
The collision of their fists unleashed a visible shockwave that blasted outward, forcing even the distant disciples to shield their faces.
It was like watching two titans clash as the ground beneath them cracked like a spiderweb.
Yan Moxuanâs grin widened maniacally.
"Li Feng? Not bad! Not bad at all!"
Then without another words, the two monster erupted into a furious exchange of strikes.
Yan Moxuan followed up with a relentless barrage of heavy punches, as each one carrying the crushing weight of a mountain.
Demonic red qi coiled around his arms like serpents, striking together with his fists.
And Li Feng met every blow head on.
His movements were simple... direct, brutal and blindingly fast.
Every punch he threw carried a tyrannical force that made the air itself scream.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The two monster traded blows in the center of the battlefield as each of their first colliding sent powerful tremors rippling through the area.
Dust and rubble flew wildly as the ground continued to shatter beneath their feet.
From the sidelines, the disciples watched in stunned and silence.
And Shui Ruoâs eyes couldnât help but widened in shock. "Who is that demonic guy...? Heâs actually fighting evenly with Li Feng?"
She knew just how powerful Li Fengâs body and strength were so she couldnât help but feel genuinely shocked that a mere Qi Refinement demonic disciple could actually stand against him.
Jian Ruyi gripped her sword tighter, her usual cold expression cracking with visible worry.
"He must be someone important... He is far stronger than we thought. Even when the three of us attacked him together earlier, we couldnât push him back too much."
Tie Shan, still breathing heavily, wiped the sweat from his brow and added, "Heâs not just strong. That guyâs body is like a demonic artifact."
Then he smiled faintly. "But Brother Li... he hasnât even used any techniques yet. Heâs just casually throwing punches."
Yue Lan stood quietly a short distance away, her eyes never leaving Li Fengâs broad back.
Her fingers clenched slightly at her sides when she heard their words, but she didnât move.
She trusted Li Feng completely.
But then-
BANG!
A heavy fist smashed into Li Fengâs face, forcing him to tilt his head slightly.
"You seem to love using your fists. So how does that feel?" Yan Moxuan smiled arrogantly, his arm still extended.
Before he could retract it, Li Feng countered with a speed that the naked eye could barely follow.
BANG!
Yan Moxuanâs face jerked violently to the side again, as the impact this time was far stronger than before.
"...It felt like a babyâs punch. You need more practice," Li Feng sneered as he looked down at Yan Moxuan.
Then his brows furrowing slightly,
"Arenât you a sword cultivator? Use your sword."
Li Feng continue with a cold sneer, "Donât pretend to be something youâre not good at. Itâs... an eyesore to watch."
Yan Moxuanâs cheek was now caved in on one side.
He spat out a bloody tooth and wiped the blood streaming from his nose with the back of his hand.
A thick vein bulged violently on his temple as Li Fengâs words had finally struck his pride and for him, that pain was far worse than any punch.
"...You want to witness my sword? As you wishâ"
SLASH!
Yan Moxuanâs sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
He swung it upward from below in a vicious arc as a brilliant blood-red blade light flashing through the air.
Yan Moxuan held nothing back as he fully intended to slice this arrogant man in half.
And the red sword arc was so sharp that everyone present watching felt their spiritual sense being cut.
Several disciples couldnât help but cry out,
"Dodge!"
But Li Feng casually lifted his hand and... caught the blade.
CRACK!
Yan Moxuanâs eyes widened in shock as he saw his own sword being gripped firmly in Li Fengâs bare hand.
Then, an infuriating voice rang out once again.
"Is this really all youâve got...?"
Li Feng tilted the sword slightly in his palm and murmured in disappointment,
"That womanâs sword I faced earlier was much sharper than this."
The moment those words left his mouth, the entire battlefield seem to fell silent.
And Yan Moxuanâs face twisted into pure, unbridled rage.
His veins bulged wildly as the demonic qi around him erupted like a volcano.
"You... dare... compare meâ"
Suddenly, with a casual twist of Li Fengâs hand,
CRACK!
The sword snapped cleanly in half as the red blade shattered like cheap glass under Li Fengâs fingers.
The broken halves then fell uselessly to the ground with a dull clink.
Yan Moxuanâs eyes widened in utter disbelief.
Li Feng tossed the broken hilt aside as if it were garbage and casually dusted off his hands.
"See? Even your sword knows itâs in the wrong hands. Pathetic."
"You...!"
His voice came out hoarse, trembling with a mix of shock and uncontrollable fury.
The demonic qi around him flared wildly, turning the air thick and suffocating.
That single sentence was the final spark.
"AAAAAHHH!!"
Yan Moxuan let out a beast like roar.
His body swelled as a red demonic energy violently surged through his meridians.
Crimson patterns resembling blood vessels crawled across his skin, and small horns protruded from the sides of his forehead.
His aura skyrocketed, reaching a level that made the surrounding disciples retreat even further in fear.
"Li Feng!! ...I will tear you apartâ"
BANG!
Suddenly, Li Feng struck his abdomen with a brutal knee.
SPURT!!
Yan Moxuanâs body lurched violently forward as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes bulged from the force of the strike, and the air behind him exploded from the shockwave.
"Iâm done playing around."
Li Feng murmured coldly as he reached for Yan Moxuanâs arm.
RIPP!!
And he tore off Yan Moxuanâs right arm completely as a fountain of blood spurted into the air, painting the surrounding ground and Li Fengâs body in vivid crimson.
"AAAAHHH!!"
Yan Moxuanâs agonized scream echoed across the battlefield.
The surrounding demonic disciples swallowed nervously as they watched the man they once thought was a devil being mercilessly toyed with by... an even greater monster.
Some of them already took their chance and run away.
Even the righteous disciples couldnât help but gulp in fear at the sight.
It wasnât that they feared Li Feng.
It was just that when the gap in strength was this vast, they couldnât help but feel afraid.
And among them was Wang Chen, who knew Li Feng personally.
He stared at the scene, completely dumbfounded.
Beside him, Kong Min who was from the Heavenly Earth Sect, and who had been used as a furnace alongside Wang Chen by the Devil Yin Sect for several days before they were rescued by a strange puppet also had his usual casual expression replaced by visible nervousness.
He quietly asked,
"...Hey, that guy is from your Azure Moon Sect, right?"
Wang Chen nodded dazedly. "Yes..."
Kong Min laughed weakly. "Haha... Iâm just glad he on our side then."
The battlefield already turned strangely silent, as they were all stunned by Li Fengâs sheer brutality.
Meanwhile, the excruciating pain from his missing arm burned through Yan Moxuan but the humiliation burned even hotter.
He glared at Li Feng with pure hatred, as if staring at a dead man.
Li Feng, however, simply smiled.
His face was now smeared with Yan Moxuanâs blood, making the smile look even more terrifying.
"That was for my cute wife. And now..."
He gripped Yan Moxuan by the neck and lifted him effortlessly into the air like a ragdoll.
Yan Moxuanâs face twisted in agony as he felt the grip on his neck.
Suddenlyâ
SLASH!
SLASH!
SLASH!
A violent storm of invisible blades erupted around Li Feng, slicing through everything in their path.
Yet Li Feng didnât even flinch as his grip continued to tighten around Yan Moxuanâs neck.
The blade storm only left shallow cuts on his body, which healed almost instantly.
âWhat kind of monstrous strength is this...?!â
Yan Moxuan desperately tried to pry the hand away, but it was like a divine lock, completely unmovable.
Suddenlyâ
"...Time to die."
With those casual, indifferent words, Li Feng prepared to end the fight.
He no longer had any interest in prolonging it as the close call where Yue Lan had almost died still left him slightly piss off.
His expression didnât change but the air around him did.
A faint pressure began to spread... subtle at first... then suffocating.
The playful laziness from before was gone.
In its place was something colder... sharper and more dangerous.
But thenâ
"Li Feng, wait!"
A voice called out urgently, yet Li Feng completely ignored it as he thrust his hand forward with ruthless force.
CRUNCH!
His fist punched straight into Yan Moxuan chest with terrifying power... crushing the heart instantly.
SPURT!
And tore through the body and exploded out from the back in a brutal spray of blood and gore.