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Ding Chunqiu, sitting opposite him, pressed his right hand tightly against the wound on his chest, blood gushing from between his fingers and staining his robes red.

His eyes were filled with panic and his face was full of fear. Without thinking, he quickly pressed his fingers on several acupoints on his chest, trying to stop the bleeding and alleviate his injuries.

After sealing the acupoints, he dared not linger and turned around to try to escape using his lightness skill. However, he staggered and was so badly injured that even his lightness skill was unsteady.

"Where do you think you're going!" Wu Feng shouted, instantly suppressing the dull pain in his chest. His Nine Yang True Qi circulated rapidly within his body, and his injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He exerted force with his feet, unleashing the Lingbo Weibu technique, and instantly caught up with Ding Chunqiu, his speed more than twice as fast, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, this person was hit by my Dissolving Power Technique, how come he's completely unharmed!" Ding Chunqiu cursed through gritted teeth as he staggered along, his face filled with resentment and panic.

He couldn't understand why his prized poison skills were completely useless against Wu Feng.

One wrong move and the whole game is lost. He is now seriously injured and has no confidence to fight against Wu Feng.

He just wanted to find a place to heal his wounds as soon as possible, and then seek revenge on Wu Feng later.

However, Wu Feng gave him no chance. Sensing Wu Feng's approaching aura behind him, Ding Chunqiu turned around abruptly, waving his feather fan and flicking out countless invisible threads.

The weapon that attacked Wu Feng was his other unique martial art, the Soft Silk Rope. The fine threads were extremely sharp, capable of causing injury upon contact, and were highly concealed.

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed, and his footwork suddenly changed. He used the Lingbo Weibu technique to its fullest extent, and with a light and graceful flip, he avoided the attack of the Soft Silk Rope.

Those invisible threads flew past his robes, instantly slicing a withered tree behind him into several pieces with clean cuts, demonstrating their sharpness.

Ding Chunqiu, having missed his first attack, dared not linger. He seized the opportunity to run towards the distant courtyard, staggering as his chest wound reopened, spitting out a mouthful of blood that splattered onto the blue bricks of the ground, a particularly glaring sight.

He staggered into a courtyard, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, his face becoming even more listless, and his breath growing weaker.

The wound on his chest was still bleeding, staining the weeds beneath him red.

He struggled to get up, his eyes frantically scanning the surrounding houses, trying to find a place to hide and escape Wu Feng's pursuit, his face filled with fear and despair.

The next second, a strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped him, and Ding Chunqiu turned around abruptly.

Wu Feng was standing on the roof of the courtyard, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed coldly as he looked at him, as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.

The moonlight shone on Wu Feng, and a powerful aura surrounded him, sending chills down one's spine.

Before Ding Chunqiu could react, the roof tiles shattered instantly, and Wu Feng leaped off the roof like an arrow.

The Nine Yang True Qi within his body erupted instantly, a golden halo enveloping his entire body, and with an overwhelming momentum, he rushed towards Ding Chunqiu.

"No, don't kill me!" Ding Chunqiu trembled with fear, waving his hands frantically and begging for mercy. He feigned a panicked and helpless expression, his voice humble, "Great hero, I was wrong. I will never dare to bully others again. I will give you all my treasures, please spare my life!"

While begging for mercy, he secretly observed Wu Feng's expression, trying to find a chance to escape.

However, Wu Feng did not hesitate at all. His eyes remained cold, and his steps did not falter. He thrust out the Crimson Python Blood Spear again, aiming straight at Ding Chunqiu's chest.

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Ding Chunqiu's panic vanished instantly, replaced by ferocity and resentment. He gritted his teeth and waved the feather fan in his hand, trying to block the Crimson Python Blood Spear in a final struggle.

"Clang!" A crisp metallic clang rang out. Wu Feng was slightly taken aback, then a cold smile appeared on his lips. He hadn't expected that this seemingly ordinary feather fan would actually contain a secret, with the fan ribs being made of refined iron, making it extremely hard.

"Break!" Wu Feng shouted, his arm muscles tensing as he instantly increased his strength. The Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear pressed down on the Feather Fan with a powerful force.

Ding Chunqiu's face flushed red, his whole body trembled, and he resisted with all his might. The blue bricks under his feet could not withstand the weight and were trampled into a deep pit, with cracks spreading everywhere.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again, and his breathing grew weaker and weaker, clearly indicating that he had reached his limit.

With a "whoosh," the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear finally pierced through the feather fan and penetrated Ding Chunqiu's body once more, pinning him firmly to the ground. The spear tip was deeply embedded in the blue bricks, remaining motionless.

"You! Who exactly are you..." Ding Chunqiu raised his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with resentment and confusion. He couldn't understand until his death who this young man in front of him was. Not only could he ignore his poison skills, but he was also so powerful. He was unharmed after being hit by his Dissolving Power Technique and Three Laughs Carefree Powder.

"The new leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect." Wu Feng looked down at him, his tone indifferent, his eyes showing no emotion, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

Upon hearing this, Ding Chunqiu suddenly burst into a bitter laugh, a sharp and desolate sound accompanied by gushing blood from the corner of his mouth. "Hahaha... I never expected that old bastard would still be alive! I went to great lengths to betray the Free and Unfettered Sect, only to end up dying at the hands of their own people. Truly, Heaven has forsaken me!"

His laughter grew weaker and weaker, his hands fell limply to his sides, his health bar steadily decreased until it was completely depleted, and his body transformed into countless specks of light, dissipating into the air.

After Ding Chunqiu died, several things were left on the ground: a hideous head;

A yellowed book with the four large characters "Huagong Dafa" written on its cover;

Several small medicine bottles containing various poison powders; and a brand new feather fan.

Wu Feng bent down and packed these items into his backpack one by one, his movements swift and efficient without the slightest pause.

"Master, Master?" A timid voice suddenly rang out, trembling with fear, breaking the silence of the courtyard.

Wu Feng put away his backpack and slowly turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

In the corner of the courtyard stood a timid young girl, slender and dressed in the robes of a Xingxiu Sect disciple. Her face was pale and her eyes were filled with fear.

Her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her body trembled slightly, and the words "Azi" were written on her head.

Wu Feng looked at A Zi, and A Zi looked back at him timidly. Her throat bobbed slightly as she swallowed, her legs went weak, and she wanted to turn around and run away, but she couldn't take a step.

The overwhelming killing intent emanating from Wu Feng bound her like invisible shackles, leaving her unable to move and standing frozen in place, her eyes filled with despair.

Wu Feng, carrying the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear, walked step by step toward A Zi. His steps were steady, and with each step, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

His shadow was stretched long by the moonlight, enveloping Azi and making her even more terrified.

Blood was still dripping from the tip of the gun, the "drip-drip" sound sounding like a death knell in the silent night, making Azi tremble all over and her teeth chatter.

"No, don't kill me, hero!" Seeing Wu Feng getting closer and closer, A Zi was so frightened that she hurriedly begged for mercy, her voice trembling.

Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. "I'm just a nobody. I didn't see anything, and I didn't do anything wrong. Please, spare my life!"

Wu Feng stopped and looked down at her with a cold gaze. He didn't say anything, just quietly observed her.