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"Holy Lord, Xuan Yan?" Lin Feng scrutinized the gray-robed man who called himself "Xuan Yan".

This man's face bore distinct Western Region features: a high nose, deep-set eyes, and slightly sunken eye sockets. His skin was the pale white of someone who had lived underground for a long time, but it was not withered; instead, it possessed a strange luster. His gray robe appeared simple, but its quality was extraordinary, with subtle patterns flowing as he moved. Standing there, his aura seemed out of place in the scorching "Flame Valley," yet strangely blended into it.

"Not bad." Xuan Yan's voice was gentle, even carrying a strange rhythm, like the distant camel bells in the desert wind, yet his words were clear and resonant. "I am Xuan Yan. I come from the ancient land of Suyab, west of the Pamir Mountains, and I am honored to be the lord of the 'Crimson Abyss'."

He got off the bed and gently picked up the crimson, translucent crystal "Earth Vein Flame Marrow" from the stone table. His fingertips lightly brushed across the surface of the crystal, his movements as elegant as playing a zither.

"For twenty years, I have been in seclusion, living on wind and dew, keeping company with the earth's fire, all to comprehend the essence of this earth and find a path to transcendence. The earth's fire is useless, repeatedly ruining my important plans, even this 'Holy Flame Sacrifice' has been disturbed by you. Lin Feng, you are truly a rare talent I have never seen in my life."

"I dare not accept the title of 'hero'," Lin Feng sneered, "but to slay demons and eliminate evil, to kill you, this Western Region fiend who sacrifices living people and wreaks havoc on the Central Plains, is my duty!"

"A demon? A priest?" Xuan Yan shook his head slightly, a look of pity mixed with mockery flashing in his eyes.

"You people of the Central Plains always measure the world by your own etiquette and laws. In my homeland, in the more ancient times, it was common to communicate with heaven and earth, seeking enlightenment or power through specific objects and rituals."

"The lives and blood of the innocent, is this what you call 'commonplace' in your Western Regions?" Lin Feng shouted angrily.

Xuan Yan smiled, a gentle smile that sent chills down one's spine. "In Grand Commander Lin's eyes, it's a bloody sacrifice. In my eyes, it's a necessary stepping stone to the pursuit of truth. Just different interpretations of the same purpose. Why be fixated on appearances?"

"That's just sophistry!" Lin Feng said no more. The other party's words were strange and his thinking was different from ordinary people. Continuing to talk would be like talking to a brick wall.

He suddenly pushed off with his feet, his body shooting out like an arrow released from a bow. The Broken Mountain Blade sliced ​​through the scorching air with a muffled whistle, heading straight for the Xuan Yan Central Palace!

This simple strike unadorned, yet it unleashed speed, power, and the brutal killing intent honed on the battlefield to their extreme!

"Excellent swordsmanship, excellent movement." Xuan Yan praised, his voice still gentle, but his hands never stopped. His figure was elusive, as if weightless, moving through the narrow shed. His gray robe sometimes billowed like clouds, sweeping towards Lin Feng's vital points, and sometimes lashed out like a whip, carrying a sharp sound of air being cut.

Lin Feng unleashed the full power of his Broken Mountain Blade Technique, the blade flashing like a black dragon, protecting his entire body impenetrably. He combined the combat skills of special forces from his past life with the bloody trials of the battlefield in this one. His blade technique was devoid of any frills; every strike aimed straight for vital points, using offense as defense, his aura fierce and relentless. The two fought with lightning speed, leaping and darting in the confined space, their blades flashing and sleeves fluttering in a chaotic melee.

The sharpness and weight of the Broken Mountain Blade also made Xuan Yan quite wary. He dared not use his bare hands or sleeves to directly meet the blade, but instead used skillful force to neutralize and deflect it.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows. The simple furnishings inside the shed shattered under the aftershocks of their energy.

"That was exhilarating!" Lin Feng let out a long roar. After a long battle, he had vaguely grasped some of the opponent's martial arts techniques. Although the martial arts of the Western Regions were strange, their foundation still lay in the application of strength and the variation of moves, only their concepts were quite different from those of the Central Plains.

He suddenly changed his tactics, no longer pursuing every move to attack, but simplifying the complex and retaining only the most essential basic moves such as chopping, slashing, sweeping, and thrusting. However, the speed, power, and angle of each strike were exquisite, and the blade light was like a maggot clinging to the bone, tightly binding Xuan Yan.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xuan Yan's eyes. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to adapt so quickly.

"It seems I won't be able to keep Grand Commander Lin here without using my true abilities." Xuan Yan sighed softly, his figure suddenly retreating three feet. His left hand grasped the "Earth Vein Flame Marrow," while his right hand's five fingers trembled rapidly with a peculiar rhythm. His aura suddenly became violent, his gray robes fluttering without wind. The "Earth Vein Flame Marrow" erupted with an unprecedented crimson light, illuminating him as if a fire god had descended to earth!

"Infernal Hell, Seventh Heaven!"

Xuan Yan roared and thrust his right hand forward! A visible, scorching wave that distorted the air surged toward Lin Feng like a raging sea! This was clearly some kind of secret Western Region technique that he had activated with the help of the "Earth Vein Flame Marrow"!

Instead of retreating, Lin Feng advanced, pouring all his power into the Broken Mountain Blade without reservation, causing the blade to emit a deep hum!

"Severing the mountain—opening up the mountain!"

He gripped the knife with both hands, facing the scorching, distorted ripples, and slashed down!

"boom--!!!"

A terrifying gas explosion erupted inside the shed! The wooden and stone structure could no longer withstand the force and collapsed with a deafening roar! Smoke and dust mixed with scorching heat surged into the sky!

As the smoke and dust cleared, Lin Feng stood amidst the ruins, holding a knife. His clothes were charred and torn in many places, and his hair was disheveled, but his figure was as upright as a pine tree, and his eyes were as sharp as ever. The Broken Mountain Blade pointed diagonally at the ground, and the blade was still dark and deep.

Across from him, Xuan Yan was pale, his gray robe tattered, his right hand trembling slightly, blood seeping from between his fingers. His eyes, fixed on Lin Feng, were filled with disbelief and utter shock. His signature technique, the one he relied on for fame, had actually been cleaved in two by a single strike from Lin Feng…

"What a magnificent Blade of Broken Mountains... What a Lin Feng!" Xuan Yan took a deep breath, suppressed his surging blood and qi, and gave Lin Feng a long look.

"The new moon is approaching. Although the ceremony was thwarted, the traces of the 'Gate' have appeared... Today, you've proven your superior skill." Xuan Yan's voice returned to calm. "However, the game isn't over yet. We'll meet again at the 'Eye of the Dragon's Fall'."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly staggered backward, crashing into the remaining rock wall behind him! The rock wall seemed to have been tampered with beforehand; the moment he hit it, a hidden door silently slid open! Xuan Yan's figure flashed and disappeared into the hidden door. The rock wall then closed up, returning to its original state, leaving only a tiny crack.

Lin Feng drew his sword to give chase, but the situation outside was still uncertain, and Feng Ling, Feng Jue, and Chen Heng needed to provide backup.

"Eye of the Dragon's Fall..." Xuan Yan has not given up yet; the final battlefield is right there!