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Bai Yong's body flew up from the bottom of the cave.

Dark red aura seeped from every pore of his body, so concentrated that it dyed the surrounding air red.

Zhou Che's knife was planted on the ground, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

He was a martial saint, having fought half his life and seen all sorts of battles.

But when Bai Yong's aura surged, his dantian trembled.

It's not fear.

It's a physiological reaction caused by the overwhelming difference in realm.

"Retreat!" Duan Hongyuan took a step forward, and golden qi exploded from his body, forming a wall that blocked the crimson pressure rushing towards the Northern Army.

Zhou Che was pushed back three steps by Duan Hongyuan's qi, his feet digging two furrows in the ground.

"chief of staff!"

"Everyone, get back 300 meters away!"

Duan Hongyuan's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

He had already lost most of his energy in front of the stone platform, and now he was just barely holding on, his fingers were trembling.

Bai Yong hovered a dozen meters above the manor, looking down at the people on the ground.

His eyes changed.

The entire eyeball was filled with scarlet, with no whites and no pupils.

The essence blood he had swallowed from the blood pool was still churning inside his body, his meridians were being stretched so hard they were cracking, and dark red lines were crawling under his skin.

Half-step Emperor of Martial Arts.

He was just one breath away from kicking open that door.

"Duan Hongyuan!"

Bai Yong opened his mouth, and the sound echoed from his throat.

"After seventy-two years of cultivation, my wish has finally come true!"

He pointed downwards.

The fingertip was aimed at Raymond Lam.

"This little beast killed my grandson, murdered the elders of my Bai family, and destroyed my Bai family's foundation!"

Bai Yong's hands were trembling. Not from fear, but from excitement.

"Today I will first break his bones, then pull out his tendons one by one!"

Duan Hongyuan's golden qi wall was forced back half a step.

He looked unwell.

In its current state, it only has about 50% of its combat strength left.

He was more than capable of dealing with a peak Martial Saint, but after Bai Yong swallowed the essence of the dragon vein, his aura had already reached the edge of a Martial Emperor.

A Martial Emperor at 50% of his power versus a Half-Step Martial Emperor.

They can fight.

But it's not safe.

He was about to unleash his inner energy to meet the attack.

At that moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Lin Feng walked out from behind him.

The pace is slow.

"Chief of Staff, take a break."

Duan Hongyuan turned to look at him.

"Don't be ridiculous. He swallowed the dragon vein's essence blood, and his blood concentration has already exceeded the upper limit of a Martial Saint. With the suppression of the rules of a half-step Martial Emperor, it will be bad for you, a Martial Venerable, to try to eat it."

"I know."

Lin Feng walked past Duan Hongyuan and stood at the very front.

He took the crimson spear off his shoulder, and the butt of the spear hit the ground with a thud.

I focused my attention on the system panel.

Current Martial Arts Points: 27760000

15,760,000.

enough.

[Consumption of martial arts points×5000000]

[Realm improvement: Martial Master 5th Stage → Martial Master 6th Stage! 】

A surge of heat exploded from his dantian, his meridians expanded, and a series of cracking sounds emanated from his bones.

[Consumption of martial arts points×6000000]

[Realm improvement: Martial Master 6th Stage → Martial Master 7th Stage! 】

The concentration of Qi and blood doubled. The golden patterns under the skin of his entire body flashed twice, then disappeared.

Bai Yong frowned slightly. He sensed a change in Lin Feng's aura.

Not finished yet.

[Consumption of martial arts points×700000]

[Enhancement of realm: Martial Master 7th level → Martial Master 8th level! 】

The ground cracked from the aftershocks of the qi and blood. Gravel flew in all directions.

[Consumption of martial arts points×8000000]

[Enhancement of realm: Martial Master 8th Stage → Martial Master 9th Stage! 】

boom!

The ground within a three-meter radius of Lin Feng's feet collapsed entirely.

Blood and qi surged from his body, and crimson-gold qi billowed outwards along the spear shaft, blowing away all the surrounding broken bricks.

Wu Zun Ninth Dan.

Four consecutive jumps.

Standing behind, Duan Hongyuan felt the surge in blood and qi concentration emanating from Lin Feng and unconsciously took a few steps back.

"This kid..."

He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

In mid-air, Bai Yong's scarlet eyes stared down at Lin Feng.

He witnessed the entire process.

A Martial Venerable at the fifth level, in front of him, broke through four levels in just over ten seconds?

"interesting."

Bai Yong's mouth split open, revealing teeth stained red with blood.

Even a Martial Venerable at the ninth level is but an ant before a Half-Step Martial Emperor!

He raised his right hand towards the sky.

Crimson energy surged from his palms and condensed above his head.

A giant palm print took shape in mid-air, covering an area of ​​a hundred meters in diameter, blocking out the sunlight overhead.

The edges of the palm print were trembling.

An attack method at the level of a Martial Emperor.

Although Bai Yong was only at the half-step level, he devoured most of the blood and qi of more than three thousand people in the Blood Sea Floating Pagoda Formation, forcibly pushing his attack methods to the threshold of the Martial Emperor.

The handprint was slapped down.

A blood-red palm print, hundreds of meters in diameter, descended from the sky, and the wind pressure pressed all the gravel on the ground into the soil.

Zhou Che, who was 300 meters away, was forced back two steps by the wind pressure.

"Raymond Lam!"

Duan Hongyuan pushed his protective aura forward, preparing to intercept.

"Don't move."

Lin Feng's voice came from ahead.

His golden vertical pupils lit up; the enormous blood-red palm print was not a single entity in his eyes.

The flow of Qi and blood is exposed.

The core of the palm print is located slightly to the left of the center, where the density of Qi and blood is highest.

But the highest density means the densest texture, and the densest texture means...

The brittlest.

It's the same principle as the Blood Sea Floating Pagoda Formation.

The essence and blood that Bai Yong swallowed were too mixed. The qi and blood of more than 3,000 people were forcibly fused together, and the internal disorder was far more serious than it appeared on the surface.

The power of a half-step Martial Emperor is formidable.

But it's not pure.

"Found it."

Lin Feng kicked his foot hard.

The ground exploded.

His figure soared into the air, heading straight for the hundred-meter-long palm print.

The Crimson Gold Spear is charging up.

The third move of the Great Wilderness Dragon Subduing Style: Great Wilderness Meteor.

All the vital energy of a peak Martial Venerable was compressed into a single point and poured into the tip of the spear.

The tip of the gun gleamed.

It was different from the previous crimson-gold light.

After the dragon blood flames were compressed to their limit by the blood and qi, their color changed from crimson gold to white heat.

The light from the tip of the gun was so bright that everyone could not open their eyes.

One shot.

It stabbed the palm print slightly to the left of the center.

That point where the blood and qi lines are densest and most fragile.

"Bang!"

A dull thud, not too loud.

The palm print split in the middle.

The white-hot spear energy expanded outward from the crack, tearing the blood and qi structure of the entire palm print apart from the inside.

Dark red fragments flew in all directions, turning into blood mist and dissipating in mid-air.

For the first time, astonishment appeared in Bai Yong's bloodshot eyes.

His palm print shattered.

The attack, at the level of a half-step Martial Emperor, was pierced through the middle by a spear.

"impossible!"

Bai Yong's voice changed tone.

Lin Feng did not stop.

After the spear energy pierced through the palm print, the person followed the spear upwards, heading straight for Bai Yong.

Bai Yong reacted extremely quickly.

He pushed his hands forward, and two blood-red light blades flew out from his palms, slicing towards Lin Feng's neck and waist in a cross pattern.

Thirty-six Starfall Nine Tribulation Blades shot out from Lin Feng's sleeve.

Twelve met the light blade on the left, twelve met the one on the right, and the remaining twelve circled around behind Bai Yong.

Ding Ding Ding!

The silver throwing knife and the blood-red light blade clashed in mid-air, sparks flying.

Throwing knives are of lower quality than light blades, so they are at a disadvantage in a head-on collision.

But Lin Feng didn't want to kill Guang Ren with a throwing knife.

What he needed was that half-second buffer.

Half a second.

enough.

The second strike of the Crimson Gold Spear has arrived.

Binding the dragon and locking the mountain.

Three chains of qi lashed out from the gun, tightly binding Bai Yong's arms and waist.

Bai Yong struggled a bit.

His qi and blood erupted. The qi chains were stretched so tightly by his half-step Martial Emperor qi and blood that they creaked and cracked outwards from the surface of the chains.

one second.

The chains broke.

But Lin Feng was already in front of him.

The tip of the gun was extended.

puff.

The crimson spear pierced through Bai Yong's right shoulder.

Dragon blood flames poured into the wound. Bai Yong's entire right arm was engulfed in flames, the skin and flesh curling and charring.

"what!"

Bai Yong let out a scream and slapped Lin Feng's chest with his left hand.

A palm strike from a half-step Martial Emperor.

boom!

Lin Feng's body was sent flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood and tumbled twice in mid-air. His combat uniform was torn, revealing at least three broken ribs.

But he didn't loosen his grip.

The gun was still stuck in Bai Yong's shoulder.

As he was sent flying, he gripped the gun barrel tightly with his right hand, using the recoil to twist the gun out of Bai Yong's shoulder.

When it was pulled out, it brought out a large piece of charred flesh and half of a shoulder blade.

Bai Yong's right arm is now useless.

It broke off at the shoulder, and the entire arm, engulfed in burning dragon blood flames, plummeted downwards.

"Little beast!"

Bai Yong has gone mad.

He formed a hand seal with one hand, activating all the remaining dragon vein essence in his body.

His vital energy and blood overflowed from his body, so concentrated that they solidified in mid-air.

Blood mist gathered around him, forming a semi-transparent suit of armor.

Blood and Qi Armor.

The final trump card, condensed from the essence of the dragon vein.

Bai Yong, wearing that blood-red armor, reached out and grabbed at Lin Feng with one hand.

Extremely fast.

Lin Feng steadied himself in mid-air, his broken ribs creaking.

Beside him, Bai Yong's blood-red armor began to creak.

Through mental observation, it was found that the blood vessels in the Blood Armor were all mixed up, with more than three thousand life lines from different sources intertwined, repelling and consuming each other.

This layer of armor won't last long.

ten seconds.

Ten seconds at most.

Lin Feng held the Crimson Gold Spear horizontally in front of him.

I won't dodge.

Bai Yong grabbed his hand.

With his five fingers gripping the spear shaft, the power of a half-step Martial Emperor pressed down, bending the spear shaft.

Lin Feng's arms were trembling. A continuous cracking sound came from his bones.

He held on.

A Martial Venerable's peak physical body, the hardness of the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear, plus an indomitable spirit.

I held on for three seconds.

The first crack appeared on Bai Yong's blood-red armor.

Four seconds.

The second one.

Five seconds.

Bai Yong's face changed.

He sensed it.

The rejection reaction of the dragon vein essence blood in his body became more and more intense, the qi and blood in his meridians began to fight, and more than three thousand life lines tore at each other in his body.

The cracks in the blood armor are spreading rapidly.

Six seconds. Seven seconds.

puff!

Bai Yong spat out a mouthful of black blood. A piece of his blood-red armor shattered at his chest.

All that remained in Lin Feng's eyes was that gaping hole.

He released his left hand.

He held the gun in his right hand, the tip of which pierced through a crack in the blood armor.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea.

The last shot.

The spear tip pierced Bai Yong's left chest and exited through his back.

Dragon blood flames exploded within Bai Yong's body.

His internal organs were shattered into dust in the flames.

Bai Yong's mouth was wide open, and the light in his scarlet eyes gradually sank downwards.

"The Bai family...wouldn't..."

Lin Feng moved the gun forward half an inch.

"The Bai family is finished."

He drew his gun.

Bai Yong's body fell from mid-air.

It crashed onto the ruins of the Bai Family Ancestral Hall, raising a cloud of dust.

The blood armor shattered into powder, and the essence of the dragon vein seeped out of his body, soaking the white cloth in front of the altar.

Bai Yong's eyes were still open.

After the scarlet color faded, a murky grayish-white substance was revealed underneath.

dead.

Lin Feng landed on the ground and held on for two seconds before standing up.

The broken ribs in his chest were piercing his lungs, and he could taste the blood when he breathed.

Duan Hongyuan walked over.

He glanced at Bai Yong's corpse, then at Lin Feng's chest wound.

"You're a real lunatic."

Zhou Che ran up from behind, still carrying his heavy sword, panting heavily.

"Dead?"

"He's dead."

Zhou Che looked down at Bai Yong's corpse, then looked up at Lin Feng.

He opened his mouth.

"You're only eighteen, aren't you?"

Lin Feng ignored him.

He bent down and took out a storage ring from Bai Yong's corpse. He infiltrated the ring with his spiritual power and erased the mark in three seconds.

There are quite a few things inside the ring.

But one thing stopped him in his tracks.

Half a fragment of a map.

It's made of the exact same material as the half he has in his hand.

He put the two pictures together.

Complete.

The locations of all nine Dragon-Suppressing Platforms are marked on it.

Next to the eighth position, there is a very small note.

Lin Feng leaned closer to take a look.

The handwriting is not Bai Yong's.

It was someone else's handwriting, and it contained six characters.

"I have reached the ninth stage."

Lin Feng's fingers tightened.

The ninth station.

In the illusion I saw in the core area before, the area beneath the ninth Dragon-Suppressing Platform was empty.

Someone has already arrived there.

He turned the tattered map over.

On the lower right corner of the back, there is a dark red private seal.

The two characters are "印文".

Duan Hongyuan leaned over and took a look.

His expression changed instantly.