Chapter 1099 - 1096: Blade in Hand, Road Beneath My Feet

"I don’t believe Luo Feng won’t be able to break through!"

With determination in his eyes, Luo Feng’s figure flashed and vanished, continuing to fly forward.

"Dominating for Thousands of Years!"

Not long after, several Blood Demon Sect disciples appeared, yet Luo Feng did not speak, his figure lunged forward, delivering a fierce punch with dazzling flames.

These Demon Sect disciples, all with cultivation below the eighth tier of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, had no power to resist the ferocious force of the Sky Fire King Fist, their bodies fragmented and unable even to trigger the Blood Condensation Thunderbolt Bullet.

Swish!

With a wave of his hand, Luo Feng swept away the wealth of these Demon Sect disciples, maintaining his speed as he flew over the bodies of the Blood Demon Sect disciples, his gaze sharp as a blade.

His plan was simple, since there was no way out, he would have to carve a bloody path!

After another ten miles of sprinting, Luo Feng had slain over a hundred Blood Demon Sect disciples along the way.

This bout of fighting made him feel his martial arts cultivation deepening, and the power of Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky Blade had increased slightly.

"Practical combat is indeed the best way to train, if it weren’t for the presence of Demon General-level experts, I wouldn’t be in such a hurry to leave here."

Feeling the rise in strength, a thought flashed through Luo Feng’s mind.

At this rate of progress, it shouldn’t take long before he can start practicing the third stage of the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber, the Autumn Wind Soul-severing Blade.

If anyone knew Luo Feng’s thoughts at this moment, they would be left speechless with shock. In the midst of peril and survival, being able to remain calm is already remarkable, yet he still had thoughts of cultivation.

Hmm?

While speeding ahead, Luo Feng suddenly stopped, casting his gaze forward.

A few thousand meters ahead, he sensed the presence of many individuals, it seemed there was a battle occurring, the muffled sounds were as powerful as thunder, audible even here, indicating both sides possessed considerable prowess.

Luo Feng initially planned to circumvent them, but on second thought, if he could meet an expert, they could join forces to break through, increasing their chances significantly.

"Let’s take a look..."

Determined, Luo Feng utilized the Sky Cloud Step and leaped towards the direction of the commotion silently.

...

In the desert, a battle was unfolding.

Twenty to thirty Blood Demon Sect disciples were encircling a beautiful youth dressed in blue garments, with several Blood Demon Sect corpses laying across the sand, blood flowing freely.

"Yue Haitang, you know our Blood Demon Sect is here to hunt Luo Feng, yet you dare to kill people here. Tell us, you’ve been asking everywhere about Luo Feng’s whereabouts. What is your intent?"

An elder clad in black with gold-edged attire, eyes narrow and sinister, floated in mid-air, his body swaying with the airflow, coldly gazing at the beautiful youth surrounded.

Beside the elder stood a person, the one-armed martial artist who had previously informed Yue Haitang about Luo Feng’s whereabouts.

Holding a treasure sword, Yue Haitang’s face was frosty as he glared at the one-armed martial artist, saying coldly, "I should have killed you with a sword there and then!"

He was not a bloodthirsty person, and his mind was preoccupied with Luo Feng’s safety at the time, so he spared the one-armed martial artist, only to realize later he had let a danger live.

Facing Yue Haitang’s sharp gaze, the one-armed martial artist’s expression stiffened, suddenly waving his hand, speaking sinisterly:

"Yue Haitang, times have changed, now you are just a turtle in the jar, you have no right to be arrogant here."

Confident, the one-armed martial artist knew that those present were all outstanding disciples from the Blood Demon Sect’s outer sect, their cultivation above the seventh tier of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, especially the elder in black, who was an elder of the outer sect, a seasoned Spiritual Rotation Realm expert, cultivating to the late stage of ninth tier.

In his view, the black elder alone was enough to kill Yue Haitang.

"Yue Haitang! How can he be here..."

A figure appeared beside the nearby sand dune, it was Luo Feng, surprised at how Yue Haitang had become a mid-tier ninth Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist in the few months since they last met!

On further thought, Luo Feng immediately understood.

Yue Haitang was highly talented and trained rigorously, carrying on him the Sword Heart Heaven Jade, a treasure of the heavens, enabling him to achieve remarkable feats in the recent hunting competition, ranking on the individual achievement list, allowing him to train with Jade Sky’s Earth-level cultivation technique, naturally progressing quickly.

Shua!

As Yue Haitang flicked his wrist, the treasure sword spilled icy light under the sunset, aiming resolutely at the one-armed martial artist.

"This time, I will kill you."

The one-armed martial artist turned livid, utterly fearful of Yue Haitang’s prowess, wanting to strike but hesitating, he turned to the black-clad elder:

"Elder, this person has close ties with Luo Feng, entering the Red Flame Desert intending to rescue him, he needs to be eliminated!"

The black-clad elder saw Yue Haitang, a young boy already reaching mid-tier ninth Spiritual Rotation Realm cultivation, thinking if he grew further, he would become a formidable opponent for the Demon Sect in the west desert, hence murderous intent arose, nodding, he was about to attack.

At that moment, a sudden cold shout sounded.

"Skimming Light and Shadow!"

Facing twenty to thirty outstanding Spiritual Rotation Realm experts, Yue Haitang knew he couldn’t afford to be passive, he took the initiative, channeling all his Yuan Qi to the limit, lightly stepping on the ground.

Boom!

Brilliant blue light exploded from him, dazzling, causing several Blood Demon Sect disciples to squint instinctively.

Within their field of vision, Yue Haitang’s figure had vanished, replaced by countless streaks of azure light shuttling through the void, akin to celestial haze descending, looking wonderful, accompanied by a gentle breeze that tempted the mind.

"This is the Phantom Mirage Step from Jade Hall, these are all illusions, don’t be misled!"

The black-clad martial artist turned pale, shouting loudly as the three-foot longsword in his hand erupted with blinding blood light, sweeping across.

"Break!"

Swish!

The blood-colored sword Qi radiated outward, its fierce aura subduing the warm breeze.

The azure light disappeared within this space, revealing Yue Haitang’s slender figure, several hundred meters away from where he stood, blue attire lightly fluttering, his exquisite face held a cool smile.

The next moment.

Slash! Slash! Slash...

Blood arrows sprayed from the throats of Blood Demon Sect disciples standing in place, falling backward, instantly eight lay dead!

Some died with bewildered faces, not knowing what had happened.

"Ah!"

"What just happened?"

Witnessing this scene, the other Blood Demon Sect disciples were all pale.

"You deserved death!"

The black-clad elder’s eyes flared with rage, face twisted, blood Qi surged madly as he prepared to strike down Yue Haitang.

Swish!

Soundlessly, a crimson whirlwind appeared, rising against the air, whirling towards the black-clad elder’s head.

"Not good!"

With countless life-or-death experiences, the black-clad elder honed an instinctive sense for danger. Feeling death closing in, he immediately abandoned his attack on Yue Haitang, spinning to strike back.

Clang!

The concentrated blood sword Qi was shattered by a blow, the clash of sword and blade erupted, sparks flying wildly. With a resounding crack, the black-clad elder’s sword snapped in two, the broken blade shot out, piercing the chest of a distant Blood Demon Sect disciple.

Slash!

Blood boiling, the black-clad elder staggered back, spewing a blood arrow from his mouth.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, most confused and unaware of what had occurred.

Everything happened too swiftly, thoughts unable to catch up.

Shua!

A figure swept into the air, clutching the fiery whirlwind.

"Ah! It’s over for me!"

Seeing Luo Feng swing his blade again, the black-clad elder yelled in fright, desperately channeling all his Yuan Qi into his broken sword to fend off the attack.