One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Nie Lingfeng's eyes suddenly turned sharp as knives. Although his aura remained restrained, an invisible, heart-pounding sense of oppression quietly spread out.

"You will bear the consequences."

The moment he finished speaking, the fire unicorn tattoo beneath his shirt on his chest suddenly became scorching hot! A violent and sweltering aura emanating from the depths of his bloodline, like a ferocious beast awakened, stirred within him, causing a barely perceptible crimson glint to flash deep within his eyes.

The killing intent was boiling.

Wang Ai trembled with rage at his undisguised defiance and murderous intent, and was about to disregard her status and continue to berate him—

"Ugh... Ah... Ah!!!"

From the bottom of the pit came Wang Bing's indistinct yet venomous and frenzied roar. He seemed to find strength in some unknown place, and using his twisted arms to support himself, he trembled and struggled to climb up from the bottom of the pit!

At this moment, Wang Bing's appearance was utterly miserable and terrifying. His face was smeared with a mixture of dried blood, dirt, and saliva; his once sleek hair was disheveled and covered in filth. His eyes were bloodshot, fixed on Nie Lingfeng, the venom in his gaze almost bursting forth! His mouth was crooked, his jawbone clearly dislocated and shattered, and the sound he made was like the straining of a broken bellows, hoarse and indistinct.

"You...you dare...hit me...you actually dared...hit me!!!"

He seemed oblivious to the excruciating pain in his body. His hands, trembling with an extremely awkward yet stubborn gesture, began to form hand seals in front of his chest. A chilling, filthy, and nauseating aura surged forth from his mangled body like a tidal wave! The temperature within a radius of several feet plummeted, a thin layer of frost quickly formed on the ground, and faint, mournful howls and wailing sounds could be heard in the air!

"Come...out...by...Old...Master...Liu..." Wang Bing squeezed out these words from his broken throat with almost all his strength, each word filled with deep-seated hatred, "Kill...him...for me!!! Tear him to pieces!!!"

"Buzz—!"

With his hoarse roar, the space behind him suddenly distorted and darkened! Thick, impenetrable black energy surged and billowed like ink dripping into clear water, quickly coalescing into a blurry yet towering figure of an old man! The old man's spirit wore ancient robes, his features vaguely discernible, but his eyes were empty and lifeless, his face frozen in endless pain and struggle. Several chains radiating ominous black light tightly bound and restrained his body—it was none other than the renowned spirit of Liu Kunsheng, the Old Master Liu, a prominent shamanic master from Northeast China! He had been forcibly imprisoned and enslaved by Wang Yong using the "Spirit Binding and Commanding" technique!

"Spirit Binding and General Command! Eight Extraordinary Techniques!"

"That's... the spirit of Senior Liu Kunsheng?! My God, he really was taken by the Wang family..."

"I've heard that Old Master Liu possesses profound cultivation and a powerful spiritual body, yet he was humiliated like this..."

"It's over. No matter how strong Nie Lingfeng is, he's probably no match for this level of spiritual attack..."

The stands erupted in uproar once again, with many people showing reluctance and indignation, and some older, more experienced people who knew the inside story shaking their heads and sighing.

On the high platform, Wang Ai's anger subsided slightly upon seeing this. He sat back in his chair (though the armrests were broken), his cold gaze fixed on the arena. He snorted, "Nie brat, kneel down and beg for mercy now, cripple your martial arts, and I might spare your life out of respect for you being a junior. Otherwise… don't blame me for not giving you a chance when you're reduced to ashes!"

Lu Ci sat to the side, his brows furrowed, watching the spirit struggling in agony on the arena, then glancing at Nie Lingfeng, whose aura was as gloomy as water. The ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Nie Lingfeng's gaze first fell on Liu Kunsheng's spirit body, noticing the empty, pained eyes and the entangled chains, a cold rage flashing in his eyes. Then, his gaze shifted to Wang Bing, who appeared crazed and filled with resentment, and he slowly shook his head, his tone filled with undisguised disgust:

"Spirit binding and commanding... This is originally a profound and wondrous skill, yet you have used it in such a filthy and despicable way. Forcibly abducting spirits and humiliating our ancestors, your Wang family... what a display of power."

He paused, then suddenly turned his head, revealing an extremely cold smile to Wang Ai on the high platform:

"Old Master Wang, don't mention 'sneak attack' anymore. You'd better keep your eyes wide open... and watch the show."

Enraged by his gaze and words, Wang Ai could no longer contain herself. She slammed her hand on the broken armrest and roared, "Bing'er! Don't waste your breath on him! Use Liu Kunsheng to... kill him!!!"

"Hahaha...hoho..." Wang Bing let out a maniacal laugh, mixed with a hissing sound that seemed to leak air. "Nie Lingfeng! You're dead! Old Master Liu! Attack him! Tear him apart! Drain his soul!"

Receiving the mad command of its master (or rather, slave owner), the black spirit let out a silent yet soul-piercing shriek! The entire spirit exploded, transforming into a vast, thick black mist, carrying a chilling cold and a deathly stillness that devoured all life, sweeping towards Nie Lingfeng! Wherever the black mist passed, the air froze into ice crystals, light was distorted and swallowed, and the arena floor was quickly covered with a thick layer of black frost!

Faced with this spiritual attack that was powerful enough to instantly obliterate the soul of an ordinary superhuman, Nie Lingfeng did not choose to confront it head-on.

With a swift movement, he unleashed the "Wind God Leg Technique: Grass in the Wind," transforming himself into a leaf in a raging storm, or a small boat on a turbulent sea. Amidst the frenzied attacks, entanglements, and bites of the black mist, he nimbly dodged and weaved away with the slightest margin. His agility was unparalleled; each time the black mist was about to touch his body, he twisted and slid away at an incredible angle, the chilling, corrosive aura unable to even touch a trace of his clothing!

"Run! Keep running! Hahaha!" Wang Bing coughed up blood while laughing maniacally, his face filled with the cruel pleasure of a cat toying with a mouse. "Let's see how long you can run! Liu Kunsheng! Trapped him! Devoured him!"

He activated "Spirit Binding and Commanding" with all his might, and blood even seeped from between his brows. The black mist spirit's attacks became increasingly violent and unpredictable, sometimes condensing into giant claws to strike, sometimes transforming into chains to entangle, and sometimes dispersing into countless tentacles to surround from all directions! The entire arena was almost completely shrouded in surging black mist, and the chilling aura made the nearest spectators shiver.

Nie Lingfeng continued to dodge, but his gaze grew colder and colder, and his evasive trajectories subtly changed. He wasn't simply fleeing; rather, amidst the black mist's frenzied attacks, he was keenly observing the rhythm of its attacks, the patterns in the fluctuations of Wang Bing's aura as he manipulated it, and... the subtle flaws revealed in the spirit's painful struggle.

almost.

Just as the black mist condensed once more into a gigantic demonic claw, about to strike down—

Nie Lingfeng's figure suddenly changed from extreme stillness to extreme movement!

Wind God Leg Technique 5: Torrential Rain and Gale!

He no longer held back his speed; his body and legs became one, transforming into a sky-reaching, earth-shattering azure tornado! This time, the tornado did not rush straight ahead, but instead spun and expanded violently in place, generating an irresistible, violent suction and tearing force!

The black, ghostly claw that had been grabbing down was the first to be struck, and was actually shredded and torn apart by the azure tornado! The black mist in the sky paused for a moment!

It's now!

Amidst the azure tornado, a figure shot out like an arrow! Its speed surpassed even the re-condensation of the black mist! Nie Lingfeng's figure left a straight azure line in the air, instantly piercing through the brief, sparse black mist blockade, appearing like a ghost before Wang Bing, who was temporarily neglecting his defenses due to fully activating his spiritual body!

The cruel, gleeful grin on Wang Bing's face froze instantly, replaced by boundless horror and terror! His pupils contracted sharply, and he only managed to utter one word:

"you……"

Nie Lingfeng gave him no chance to react.

With his right hand clenched into a fist, the knuckle of his middle finger protruded slightly, and a chilling, bone-deep white aura instantly enveloped the fist!

Heavenly Frost Fist, Third Form: Frost Binds in the Mid-Sky!

The punch flew like lightning, a cold glint flashing in the air! This punch was not aimed at the chest or head, but rather, with unparalleled precision and ruthlessness, it struck Wang Bing's mouth, which was slightly open and crooked due to shock!

"Snap—Pfft!!!"

First came the clear, teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking, followed by a muffled thud of flesh and blood mixed with broken teeth and splattering blood foam!

Wang Bing's jawbone was completely shattered and deformed! His entire mouth was twisted to one side at an extremely terrifying angle, almost reaching his ears! He wanted to scream, but his throat and broken jawbone could only produce a "hoarse...hoarse..." sound, like a leaking bellows, a chilling sound! The excruciating pain caused his eyeballs to bulge out of their sockets!

But this is just the beginning!

Nie Lingfeng's left hand transformed into a palm, with swirling clouds of energy emanating from it, accompanied by the faint sounds of wind and thunder! The palm strike was silent yet swift as a phantom, striking solidly into Wang Bing's lower abdomen at the very moment Wang Bing's body convulsed in excruciating pain and his protective Qi completely dissipated!

The second move of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm: Parting Clouds and Wearing the Moon!

This palm strike, seemingly light and airy, actually contained a penetrating force that was both subtle and incredibly vicious! The palm force was like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere and instantly piercing through the body, striking Wang Bing's dantian core—the "sea of ​​qi" that the extraordinary person had accumulated throughout his life of cultivation!

"puff--!"

Wang Bing's body shuddered violently, as if all his bones and soul had been ripped out! His eyes instantly lost all light, his face turning from crimson to deathly pale, then to a deathly ashen. A muffled thud resonated within him, as if something had shattered. Immediately afterward, the already weakened Qi around him, weakened by his severe injuries, dissipated and vanished at a visible speed, like a punctured balloon! Years of cultivated power were completely lost in this single blow!

"Uh...ah..." Wang Bing squeezed out the last meaningless syllables from his throat, his body went limp and collapsed backward like mud, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, completely losing all ability to resist.

As he was crippled and lost the powerful restraint and control of "Spirit Binding and Commanding", the churning black mist spirit behind him—Liu Kunsheng—suddenly stopped attacking.

The thick black mist rapidly receded inward, reforming into the image of the old man bound by chains. A flicker of relief, and perhaps a hint of gratitude, seemed to flash in the old man's empty eyes. He turned with difficulty toward Nie Lingfeng, nodded slightly, and let out a long, relieved sigh—a sigh that could only be perceived between spirits.

"Splash..."

The black chains binding him broke inch by inch, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

Liu Kunsheng's spirit body became thin and transparent again, eventually turning into a wisp of black mist that rose into the sky and dissipated into the world, returning to freedom.

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