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Lu Mingyuan's hand was suspended in mid-air.

Not long after Lin Feng finished speaking, two more groups of people appeared outside the mining area.

On the western ridge, Sun Zhengyang's father, the head of the Sun family, arrived.

Sun Dehou, 72 years old, Martial Arts Master, 8th Dan, the pillar of the Sun family in the provincial capital.

He was accompanied by four guards, the weakest of whom was a first-level Martial Venerable.

An old man arrived in a sedan chair.

Two iron poles, carried by four burly men, jolted all the way through the desolate mountains and wilderness.

When Sun Dehou lifted the sedan curtain, his face was full of impatience.

He hadn't left the Sun family compound for sixty years, but today his son, Sun Zhengyang, called him out with a phone call, all because of four words: "The Martial Saint has passed away."

Another group of people following behind the sedan chair were even more conspicuous.

There were seven men in uniforms, from the same place as Lu Mingyuan.

The leader was a tall, thin man in his seventies with high cheekbones and thinning hair.

He Yunzhou, the second vice president of the provincial martial arts association.

Half-step Martial Saint.

After landing, He Yunzhou didn't look at anyone else; his eyes immediately fell on the golden beam of light at the mine entrance.

He swallowed hard.

The energy fluctuations at the place where the Martial Saint passed away were extremely intense.

Even from hundreds of meters away, his pores were automatically absorbing the overflowing spiritual energy.

Anything found in this secret realm could be enough for him to go directly from a half-step Martial Saint to a true Martial Saint.

He had been waiting for this opportunity for twenty years.

He Yunzhou glanced at Lin Feng, who was sitting at the entrance of the mine.

The young man, around eighteen or nineteen years old, sat crookedly in his chair, his hand resting on a long sword. Beside him lay an iron rhinoceros, and a large bird circled overhead.

Young, with a low cultivation level, he brought two exotic beasts along to make a show of it.

In He Yunzhou's view, this configuration was not worth mentioning.

"Vice President Lu," He Yunzhou said, walking up to Lu Mingyuan, "why haven't you gone in yet?"

Lu Mingyuan's lips twitched, and he lowered his voice: "That kid said he's from the Beast Taming Alliance, and the alliance's Martial Saint Beast is on its way."

He Yunzhou scoffed.

"The Beast Taming Alliance? A useless organization that's been hiding in the mountains for thirty years? Even if their Martial Saint Beast really comes, it'll have to arrive first."

He glanced back at his seven men behind him, then at the five men Sun Dehou had brought.

Including Lu Mingyuan and his dozen or so men.

There were more than 30 people, more than a dozen of whom were at the Martial Venerable Realm or above, as well as him and Lu Mingyuan, two high-combat-power individuals.

enough.

Sun Dehou climbed out of the sedan chair, leaning on his cane, and walked to He Yunzhou's side with an old and frail appearance.

"Vice President He, it's not easy for this old man to make this trip. Is it too much to ask that my Sun family take 30% of the spoils from this secret realm?"

He Yunzhou has not yet answered.

Sun Zhengyang came up from behind and pointed in the direction of the mine entrance.

"Father, that kid sitting at the mine entrance is the one blocking the way. He just killed a few rogues and summoned two strange beasts."

Sun Dehou squinted and looked in that direction.

"Just a little kid?"

"right."

Sun Dehou planted his cane on the ground.

"Just move aside."

He walked towards the mine entrance. After three steps, he felt it was too slow, his legs were sore, so he turned back and waved to the guards.

"Go! Get that kid out of here!"

Four martial arts masters guarded him and set out, their auras radiating outwards, heading straight for the mine entrance.

The leader, a Martial Venerable of the Fifth Rank, started shouting from twenty meters away.

"Kid! This is a business of the Sun family. If you know what's good for you, get out of here! If you don't leave, I'll..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Feng's right hand slid across the scabbard of the Starfall Nine Tribulations Blade at his waist.

Thirty-six silver-white throwing knives were launched silently, converging into a rotating blade array three meters in front of him.

Strangling storm.

"Buzz!"

The low hum lasted for less than half a second.

Thirty-six throwing knives began to rotate at high speed around Lin Feng, instantly expanding their coverage radius to thirty meters.

Four martial arts masters rushed to the edge of the blade formation.

The leader was still standing there with his mouth open.

A silver curtain of blades swept past.

There were no screams.

Screams take time to form, but these four people didn't even have time to make a sound.

Each of the thirty-six throwing knives rotates faster than the speed of sound, repeatedly cutting from different angles.

The martial master's protective aura collapsed the moment it came into contact with the flying knife, and his physical body couldn't hold on for much longer.

A cloud of blood mist spewed out from the center of the sword array.

It wasn't four corpses, but four evenly shaped clumps of minced meat.

Blood mist filled a radius of ten meters.

The throwing knife was retrieved.

The thirty-six silver-white blades returned to Lin Feng's body, arranged in three concentric circles, and slowly rotated.

Not a single drop of blood was on it; the psychic energy amplification from the blade itself had blasted away all the bloodstains.

It was so clean it gave me the creeps.

On the mining area square.

Sun Dehou was truly startled.

He stared at the dissipating cloud of blood mist, his mouth agape for a long time.

Four Martial Venerables, his elite troops whom he had raised for more than ten years, couldn't even last a single exchange.

He Yunzhou's expression also changed.

But it's not getting worse, it's getting colder.

The aura of a half-step Martial Saint surged from his body, three times stronger than that released by Lu Mingyuan before.

"A spiritualist," He Yunzhou uttered.

He realized that the thirty-six throwing knives were not controlled by mechanical means, but by telekinesis.

A mentalist who can simultaneously control thirty-six throwing knives must be at least a third-rank master.

But so what?

Spiritualists are rare, but not invincible.

The core disadvantage of mental power lies in its insufficient output in direct, head-on confrontations.

No matter how fast a telekinetic throwing knife is, it's useless against an absolute power difference.

The gap between a half-step Martial Saint and a Martial Venerable is not small.

He Yunzhou strode forward.

"Vice President Lu, you take men and block the retreat route. The association cannot simply hand over a secret realm of this level."

He pulled the short staff from his sleeve, and all the spirit runes on the staff lit up.

The half-step Martial Saint's aura condensed from the tip of the staff into a dark sphere, less than the size of a fist, but the compressed energy density caused the surrounding air to distort.

He Yunzhou raised his cane and aimed it at Lin Feng.

"Kid, this is your last warning..."

A sound came from the horizon.

It wasn't thunder.

It's a sonic boom.

Third tone.

Continuous.

Equally spaced.

The frequency is increasing.

He Yunzhou froze in mid-air.

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the southern horizon.

Three figures tore through the clouds on the horizon, moving so fast that their trajectories were invisible, leaving only three white trails of air in the sky.

An overwhelming aura pressed down upon them.

The Martial Saint.

Three martial saints.

He Yunzhou's emerald green short staff slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

His legs were bent.

It's not that they want to bend over, it's that they can't withstand it. The combined pressure of three Martial Saints would make even a half-step Martial Saint shrink in comparison.

Three figures hovered in the air above the mining area for a second.

Then they landed simultaneously.

boom! boom! boom!

Three large craters were blown open in the square, and debris flew everywhere.

Gongsun Yuan, Helian Shuang, Duan Wuji.

The three elders.

Each of them was followed by their contracted beast.

Xuanjia Turtle-Snake.

Crimson Flame Lion.

Azure-scaled Sea Serpent.

Add to that the belated arrival of the Silver Feather Sky Eagle.

Four-headed martial saint beasts.

Everything has arrived.

Lin Feng sat in the chair and switched the Fang of Calamity to the other hand.

"Old man, are we still going in?"