Chapter 1122 - 1119: The Strength of Seven Blood Flowers’ Leader, An Old Acquaintance

"Spiritual Rotation Realm ninth layer peak!"

Qin Xuan drew in a deep breath, staring at Luo Feng in startled disbelief.

Back when they first met in Blood Jade City, her cultivation had been about the same as Luo Feng’s. She had thought he couldn’t be much stronger than her now, yet reality was far beyond her expectations.

Luo Feng nodded slightly and said calmly, "I only broke through recently."

Leng Feifan snorted disdainfully. "Cultivation is only the foundation. A Martial Artist’s combat strength doesn’t rely solely on cultivation. Martial Arts realm, experience, adaptability—those all matter. You Golden Palace Disciples, in these aspects, compared to us of the Blood Flower Tower, aren’t even worth mentioning."

He had vaguely heard about Qin Xuan inviting Luo Feng back then and being rejected. Now he deliberately wanted to suppress Luo Feng a bit and show off the Blood Flower Tower’s might.

Luo Feng heard the provocation in his words and said indifferently, "That’s not necessarily true."

"Oh?"

Leng Feifan raised his brows. He had originally only intended to humiliate Luo Feng a little. Since the other party didn’t know what was good for him, he would have to teach him a proper lesson. He opened his mouth and said, "In that case, let me see just how capable you are."

Chi!

Before the words had even fallen, without the slightest warning, a cold gleam flew out from Leng Feifan’s sleeve, shooting toward Luo Feng as fast as lightning.

Luo Feng’s expression did not change. His right hand’s index finger pointed in the air, and a sharp strand of finger force accurately struck the cold gleam.

With a metallic clang, the cold gleam was intercepted. It turned out to be a three-inch throwing knife.

Qin Xuan’s face changed; she quickly shouted to Leng Feifan:

"Leng Feifan, what are you doing?"

"This has nothing to do with you. Step aside."

Leng Feifan barked coldly. The black cloak on his body billowed as he pressed down with one palm.

Boom!

Instantly, a surging Yuan Qi shockwave blasted out. The air rippled like water, directly pushing Qin Xuan and the nearby passersby a hundred meters away.

"Look, those two are about to fight."

"What a powerful palm force! Huh, that’s the Blood Flower Tower’s Green-faced Blood Crow, ’Leng Feifan’! I heard he’s representing the Blood Flower Tower in this year’s New Dragon Ranking Tournament, likely aiming straight for a spot among the Ten New Dragons."

"Half a year ago, Leng Feifan successfully assassinated a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist. His current strength is even more unfathomable."

"Who’s that youth in the black mask? He’s got guts, daring to make a move against the green-faced god of slaughter."

"No idea, but he’s a Spiritual Rotation Realm ninth layer peak Martial Artist. He probably isn’t some simple character either."

In an instant, cries of alarm rose all around.

Ever since successfully assassinating a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist, Leng Feifan’s name had spread throughout the rtiad, no less renowned than the Ten New Dragons.

Qin Xuan had originally wanted to step in and stop them, but after a brief moment of thought, she gave up on that idea.

After a year apart, Luo Feng had already reached the Spiritual Rotation Realm ninth layer peak. His opponent was Leng Feifan, the foremost of the Seven Blood Flowers. She was very much looking forward to their clash and decided to sit back and watch for now.

"To be able to block that strike of mine, you do have some skill. But that was only an appetizer."

Leng Feifan looked at Luo Feng, his gaze cold and razor sharp. "Take another move from me!"

Huala!

The black cloak spread wide as two black wings sprouted from Leng Feifan’s back, making him look like a giant black crow. His figure flickered and turned into a streak of black light, shooting out and appearing above Luo Feng in an instant.

"Thousand Plume Strike!"

His body stopped abruptly. A cold light flashed in Leng Feifan’s eyes as the wings behind him snapped shut.

Shua shua shua shua shua...

At once, the air rippled with layers of black waves, turning into sheets of pitch-black feathers that, like a storm, shot toward Luo Feng at extreme speed.

Wherever the black feathers passed, the air emitted sharp, piercing shrieks. The resulting airwaves were almost tangible, like cracks spreading across crystal—this was the phenomenon of air being split apart by sheer speed.

"Break!"

Luo Feng neither retreated nor dodged; he simply punched straight out.

The black feathers, though extremely fast, were very fragile. Under the fist force, they rapidly collapsed and vanished.

"Hmph, you do have some tricks. But it’s not enough. Netherwind Claw!"

Leng Feifan gave a cold laugh. A billow of black mist suddenly rose around him as he swung both hands out viciously.

Chi! Chi!

In an instant, two black claw shadows appeared out of thin air.

The claw shadows were a deep, mysterious black, over ten meters long. Their talons curved like scimitars, exuding a vast and sinister aura as they hid within the dense feathers and descended over Luo Feng.

Luo Feng had already sensed it. His figure flickered.

The crowd only felt their vision blur. In their line of sight, two Luo Fengs suddenly appeared, each throwing a punch to meet a claw shadow head-on.

Boom! Boom!

With two thunderous explosions, the ground trembled. The earth was blasted open into two massive craters, and thick fissures tore outward for over a hundred meters, enough to show just how terrifying the power was.

"Splitting Technique?"

Leng Feifan’s eyes flashed. He looked at the churned-up ground, and his face suddenly changed.

The pitted, uneven ground held no trace of Luo Feng’s figure.

"Looking for me?"

Suddenly, Luo Feng’s voice came from behind Leng Feifan.

The Splitting Technique he had just used wasn’t two figures, but three!

"You!"

Leng Feifan’s gaze trembled in shock. He hadn’t felt at all how Luo Feng had appeared behind him.

"Death Slash!"

Clenching his teeth, black flames erupted from Leng Feifan’s body. Without the slightest warning, his figure shot toward the ground. The huge wings behind him suddenly turned into two sharp blades that slashed downward, digging deep into the earth.

"Not good!"

Feeling the killing intent erupting from Leng Feifan, Qin Xuan’s expression changed slightly. The sword at her waist flashed from its sheath, and her entire person turned into a streak of sword light, soaring against the heavens to intercept at Luo Feng’s side.

Almost at the same time, suddenly...

The ground split open with two thick cracks. Two enormous black feather blades, several dozen meters wide, burst out of the earth and slashed down at once onto the sword in Qin Xuan’s hands.

Clang!

With a deafening crash, Qin Xuan’s body shuddered. A trace of fresh blood seeped from the corner of her mouth as she was sent flying backward, only to be caught by Luo Feng’s outstretched hand.

Bang!

Pressing his palm to Qin Xuan’s back, Luo Feng circulated Divine Dragon Nine Changes. A vast, pure surge of Yuan Qi poured into Qin Xuan’s body, dissolving the cold, sinister power rampaging within her.

"Luo Feng, thank you."

Color returned to Qin Xuan’s cheeks. She exhaled softly, her tone full of gratitude.

The Black Crow Cold Nether Art cultivated by Leng Feifan specialized in injuring others with hidden force, extremely insidious. If not for Luo Feng’s timely intervention, she would have suffered serious internal injuries.

"You were the one who saved me; I should be thanking you." Luo Feng didn’t take it to heart.

In truth, he had long since sensed the killing intent underground. Even if Qin Xuan hadn’t intervened, those two feather blades wouldn’t have been able to harm him.

Qin Xuan didn’t know what Luo Feng was thinking. Worried that if they continued fighting Luo Feng would suffer a loss, she said to Leng Feifan:

"Leng Feifan, he’s my friend. Please show some mercy."

Leng Feifan glanced at Luo Feng, snorted coldly, and folded up the wings that had reformed behind him. His aura returned to its earlier calm composure.

"Luo Feng, I’m sorry."

Qin Xuan cast Luo Feng a slightly apologetic look.

Luo Feng waved his hand. "This has nothing to do with you. It’s between him and me. I still have to return to Linglong Hall, so I’ll take my leave first. We’ll meet again on Group Dragon Island."

Luo Feng didn’t want to reveal his strength too early. Besides, with Qin Xuan here, if he really started fighting, he would inevitably be constrained.

The battle with Leng Feifan, it seemed, would have to be left for the New Dragon Ranking Assembly.

"Alright."

Qin Xuan let out a breath of relief; she had truly been worried that Luo Feng and Leng Feifan would start a fierce fight right here.

Swoosh!

Without so much as a glance at Leng Feifan, Luo Feng used Sky Cloud Step. His figure shot away, and with a few light bounds he vanished without a trace.

"Qin Xuan, are you alright?"

Leng Feifan came to Qin Xuan’s side and asked.

Qin Xuan shook her head. "I’m fine."

Staring in the direction Luo Feng had left, Leng Feifan said coldly, "His strength isn’t all that, but his temper sure isn’t small. Qin Xuan, don’t worry. When the New Dragon Ranking Assembly comes, I’ll definitely teach him a lesson, let him understand that refusing to join Blood Flower Tower back then was a mistake."

He didn’t care in the slightest about his mistake just now.

He had used less than seventy percent of his strength, and that was while still concealing his cultivation.

Qin Xuan knew Leng Feifan’s temperament and felt a bit helpless inside.

Moreover, even without this incident, with their respective strength, the two of them were bound to clash at the New Dragon Ranking Assembly. Saying anything now would be pointless.

Not wanting to bring it up again, Qin Xuan said, "Leng Feifan, there are only ten days left before the New Dragon Ranking Assembly. Let’s set out for Group Dragon Island."

Leng Feifan shook his head. "We’ll go to Azure Sky City first. My master is there. We’ll join up with him and then head to Group Dragon Island."

"Blood Elder is in Azure Sky City?"

Surprise flashed in Qin Xuan’s eyes.

Leng Feifan nodded. "My master has an old acquaintance in the Crown Prince’s mansion in Azure Sky City. This time he went to see him, apparently for some important matter. Let’s go."