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The atmosphere was tense, and no one dared to utter a sound.

The withered old man stuffed the gourd back into his belt, his hand never leaving the mouth of the gourd.

He's weighing the options.

Three against four is definitely a losing proposition.

It's not worth risking your life here before even getting into the secret realm.

The three rogue martial arts masters on the ridge exchanged a glance.

The signal was given by a gaunt old man, who shook his head slightly.

It's impossible to win.

The four martial saint beasts, now in battle form, possessed an aura at least 30% stronger than in their normal state.

Add to that the flying knife array in the hands of that young alliance leader, and if this battle really breaks out, the three of them together wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap.

The withered old man was the first to retire.

He pulled up the hem of his gray robe and bowed slightly to Lin Feng.

"You're quite impressive, young man. This old man has truly broadened his horizons today. Farewell."

After saying that, he leaped onto the ridge, tapped his toes on the cliff face three times, and disappeared into the dense forest to the north.

The shirtless man twisted his neck and hesitated for three seconds.

He was unwilling to accept it, but he wasn't stupid either.

"snort."

He exhaled through his nose, turned around, and walked away.

The woman in the black robe left the quietest. Enveloped in black mist, she vanished from the ground of the mining area, disappearing in an unknown direction.

The three rogue martial arts masters withdrew from the scene.

The air pressure in the mining area had eased a bit.

Lin Feng had no intention of pursuing them. The battle between Martial Saints was too destructive, and if it really broke out, it might affect the secret realm, which would be a loss.

Lu Mingyuan was soaked through, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He swallowed hard, took two steps back, and bumped into He Yunzhou's shoulder.

"Vice President He, we..."

He Yunzhou was still staring in Lin Feng's direction.

The spiritual patterns on the short staff flickered in and out.

At this moment, the pride of a half-step Martial Saint clashed fiercely with the will to survive.

He cultivated for nearly eighty years before finally reaching the threshold of becoming a Martial Saint.

The things inside the place where the Martial Saint passed away were his last hope for stepping into the true realm of the Martial Saint.

give up?

He gritted his teeth.

"I'm not trying to take it from you." He Yunzhou took a step forward, his voice low, so that only Lin Feng and Tie Ying next to him could hear him.

"I can make an offer on behalf of the association. I only want one item from the secret realm that's related to breakthroughs; the rest are yours. Name your price."

Lin Feng tilted his head and looked him over for two seconds.

"Not for sale."

He Yunzhou's temple throbbed.

"you!"

The moment the word left his mouth, his body had already made the choice before his brain could.

The tip of the short staff was aimed at Lin Feng's face, and all the blood and energy of the half-step Martial Saint was poured into it.

A dark green orb of light shot out from the tip of the staff, trailing a distorted wave of air as it headed straight for Lin Feng's chest.

A sneak attack.

Iron Eagle's expression changed drastically, and the spikes on his dark silver bracers popped out.

Gongsun Yuan moved his hand slightly.

It's too late.

Lin Feng didn't dodge.

A dark green orb of light slammed into the center of his chest.

The energy of the light sphere exploded the moment it touched his body, and the shockwave spread in all directions.

The stone slabs underfoot were all broken, and the stone wall at the entrance of the mine had several cracks.

The smoke and dust exploded two or three meters high.

He Yunzhou stared at the cloud of smoke, his hand unconsciously clenching.

Although his attack was hasty, it was infused with at least 70% of his vital energy.

If King Wu's men were hit by this, not even a bone fragment would remain.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Lin Feng stood still.

A hole the size of a bowl was burned in the front of the clothes, exposing the skin underneath.

A layer of pale gold patterns floated on the surface of the skin, like some kind of ancient spiritual tattoo.

The pattern flashed twice and then slowly faded away.

There wasn't even a red mark left on his chest.

He Yunzhou's pupils contracted to their limit at that moment.

A strike with 70% of the power of a half-step Martial Saint.

Unharmed?

What kind of lousy body is this? Even if it's made of iron, it'll get dented, right?

Lin Feng looked down at the hole in his chest and dusted off the charred edges of the cloth.

"These clothes are new."

He raised his right hand.

It wasn't drawing a sword.

hand.

Open your palm, from right to left.

The perfected physical strength of the Heavenly Gang Body Forging Technique, combined with the infusion of Qi and blood from the third stage of Martial King.

The palm of qi swept across, leaving a visible, twisted trail in the air.

He Yunzhou leaned back, using his short cane to block.

He slapped his palm on the short cane.

The short staff bent.

It didn't shatter, it bent. The emerald light completely disappeared, and the spirit runes shattered into fragments.

A staff that a half-step martial saint had used for twenty years was slapped into a bent stick.

The residual force of the qi penetrated the short staff and slapped He Yunzhou's left cheek.

Snapped!

This sound was even more muffled than the blood mist that had just killed the four Martial Venerables.

He Yunzhou's body flew sideways, spitting out not only blood, but also three teeth.

He did two somersaults in mid-air before crashing headfirst into a pile of rubble on the outskirts of the mine.

A large section of the rocks collapsed, burying half of him.

He tried to climb up twice, but couldn't.

The left side of my face, from my cheekbone to my jaw, has swollen into a single mass.

The half-step Martial Saint was slapped away.

It's swollen, teeth are out, and the person is embedded in a stone.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Lu Mingyuan took five steps back, retreating into his own group.

Sun Dehou's cane fell to the ground again.

The various martial kings and venerables who had followed him either knelt, squatted, or sat on the ground. Not one of them remained standing.

It wasn't forced by intimidation.

I was scared.

Gongsun Yuan stood on the high platform, his white beard twitching twice.

He glanced back at Helian Shuang.

Helian Shuang's lips twitched. She held it in for several seconds, but finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Duan Wuji tapped his cane on the ground, said nothing, but the corners of his mouth curved up a little more than usual.

Iron Eagle stood behind Lin Feng, his legs still trembling. Not from fear, but from excitement.

Lin Feng bent down and pulled the half-dead He Yunzhou from beside the pile of rubble, then dragged him to the entrance of the mine.

He Yunzhou spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Didn't you want to enter the secret realm?" Lin Feng's other hand was already reaching for the knife.

"I'll grant your wish!"

A flash of cold light, and a head fell to the ground.

A half-step Martial Saint is still not a Martial Saint. With critical hits and armor-piercing effects, cutting down a Martial Venerable is still a piece of cake.

Lin Feng turned to the remaining people in the square.

Lu Mingyuan, Sun Dehou, Sun Zhengyang, and the miscellaneous people brought by various forces.

"This secret realm is mine; no one is allowed to enter today."

He pointed to the four martial saint beasts.

"Go, kill them all."

As soon as the words were spoken, the square fell into a moment of deathly silence.

next moment.

The four sacred beasts each displayed their unique abilities.

The square was in complete chaos.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, while others tried to jump off the cliff, but by then the mining area was blocked off on all sides, and running anywhere would be a dead end.

Lu Mingyuan collapsed to the ground, his legs too weak to stand up, muttering something unintelligible.

Sun Zhengyang rushed to Sun Dehou, shielding the old man behind him, and drew his knife, but the blade was trembling, making it difficult to even hold it steady.

Sun Dehou closed his eyes.

About five minutes later, the mining area became quiet.

The ground was covered with many irregular potholes and bloodstains, making for an extremely gruesome scene.

Lin Feng's attention wasn't on this.

He had reached the entrance to the mine.