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The black dot is getting closer.

Lin Feng stood outside the entrance to the secret realm.

The eagle circled overhead twice, then suddenly folded its wings and swooped down, landing on the earth dragon's back with its wings half-open and a low, threatening growl emanating from its throat.

The arrival was very fast.

Lin Feng's mental strength spread out.

The sixth-grade perception allows one to see everything around them clearly.

Thirteen people.

The fluctuations in Qi and blood are uneven.

The weakest Martial Saint is at the first level, and the strongest is at the fourth level.

The leader was an old man with one arm; his right sleeve hung limply, and he held a narrow-bladed longsword in his left hand.

The scabbard is engraved with the character "Zhao".

The Zhao family.

One of the three great families in Northwest China.

Local bullies.

Lin Feng had heard people from the military mention this surname.

Wherever there's a bit of profit to be made in the Northwest wilderness, the Zhao family has to get involved.

Mineral veins, medicinal herb fields, hunting grounds for exotic beasts—there's nothing they wouldn't dare touch.

Everyone landed.

The one-armed old man stood at the front, with several people spreading out behind him.

Everyone's energy and blood are suppressed, ready to explode at any moment.

"Young man."

The one-armed old man spoke, his tone neither hurried nor slow.

"Patriarch Zhao has ordered that half of the items in the secret realm be handed over, and you may leave."

Lin Feng didn't move.

With his right hand behind his back, he flicked his fingers and the throwing knife was ready.

"half?"

Lin Feng looked at the one-armed old man and said, "Your Zhao family's face is bigger than this wasteland."

The one-armed old man's expression remained unchanged.

"Young man, I advise you to think this through."

He nudged the hilt of the knife with his hand, producing a soft click.

"The Zhao family has been operating in the Northwest for sixty years. You are alone on this land, with no way out."

"An escape route?"

Lin Feng chuckled.

"I never need a way out."

The one-armed old man laughed out loud and waved his hand.

"Let's do it."

The one-armed old man didn't say anything more.

The sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming coldly.

The crowd behind him dispersed at the same time, forming an encirclement in an instant, surrounding Lin Feng in the middle.

A standard encirclement formation.

Lin Feng's mental energy swept over the positions of the group and the flow of their qi and blood.

The four weakest are at the back.

The first level of the Martial Saint is responsible for blocking the retreat route.

Two Martial Saints at the second stage on each side are responsible for restraining the enemy.

The four Martial Saints at the third level in the front row are the main attackers.

The one-armed old man stood outside the encirclement, directing operations from the center.

They work together very well.

They've used this formation more than once.

The first person in the front row moved.

He slashed down with his twin swords crossed, the wind from the blades blowing away the pebbles beneath his feet.

Lin Feng did not dodge.

The throwing knife was thrown.

The Starfall Nine Calamity Blade shot out from his palm, so fast that before the man's knife could fall, the flying knife had already bypassed his body.

The target is the back row.

The four martial saints didn't even have time to react.

The throwing knives cut in from different angles, locking onto each person's cervical spine.

Puff puff puff!

All four heads flew up at the same time.

The body collapsed before the blood could even spurt out.

The people in the front row were stunned for half a second.

Just this half-second.

Lin Feng faced the first person with twin swords and threw a direct punch with his right fist.

The indestructible golden body was activated, and golden patterns appeared on the surface of his fist.

The fist struck the blade.

The knife broke.

The fist didn't stop; it passed through the broken knife and smashed into the man's chest.

The sound of ribs breaking was very crisp.

He was thrown backward and landed without breathing.

Five people.

Three seconds, all dead.

The one-armed old man's expression finally changed.

"Martial Saint Level Two? No, wait..."

His judgment was flawed.

The speed and power of a second-stage Martial Saint should not be like this.

The precision of the throwing knife and the explosive power of the punch far exceeded the level expected of a second-stage Martial Saint.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

The remaining few people were completely thrown into chaos.

Their escape route was cut off, their comrades were instantly killed, and their morale collapsed by half.

Lin Feng didn't give them a chance.

The throwing knife spun around.

Weaving through the crowd, each bullet cuts to a vital spot.

The precision of controlling sixth-grade mental energy makes the trajectory of the throwing knife unpredictable.

The Zhao family members had no idea which direction the next blade would come from.

The two martial saints at the second stage attempted to block the attack together.

Throwing knives flew through them, one severing their wrists and the other piercing the back of their heads.

The other two tried to run away.

The throwing knife was faster than theirs.

The three people nearby reacted and stood back to back, releasing their qi and blood to form a defense.

Lin Feng shook his head dismissively.

With a push of his feet, he disappeared from the spot.

The stealth walk.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in the middle.

The three men turned around at the same time and swung their weapons at him.

Lin Feng parried a long sword with his left hand and slammed his right fist into the face of the second man.

His skull was dented, and he died instantly.

The third spear pierced his back.

The spear tip struck the indestructible golden body, sparks flew, but not even a scratch was broken.

Lin Feng swung his elbow around and smashed it against the gun barrel, breaking the gun.

The next punch landed squarely on the guard's chest, piercing through him.

Apart from the one-armed old man, the rest of the people.

Total annihilation.

The one-armed old man stood still, his hand gripping the knife unconsciously tightening.

His lips were trembling.

Of those people, the weakest was a first-stage Martial Saint, and the strongest was a third-stage Martial Saint.

This is the Zhao family's elite squad.

Less than twenty seconds.

Not one left.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Lin Feng retrieved the throwing knife, its blade still stained with blood. He twirled it between his fingers, and the blood droplets fell off.

You asked the wrong question.

Lin Feng took a step forward.

The one-armed old man instinctively took a half step back.

At this moment, even someone with the cultivation level of a fourth-stage Martial Saint felt an instinct to retreat.

"What you should be asking is," Lin Feng took another step forward, "did Patriarch Zhao consider that you might not be able to return when he sent you here?"

The one-armed old man clenched his teeth.

He had lived for over sixty years and had never felt this way in front of someone two levels below him.

But reason told him that the young man's combat strength was beyond what could be explained by the second stage of Martial Saint.

"I admit defeat."

The one-armed old man sheathed his knife and clasped his hands together.

"What happened today was an offense by the Zhao family. I will return immediately to report to the patriarch, and in the future..."

"In the future?"

Lin Feng interrupted him.

The next moment, mental power had already pressed down.

The sixth-grade spiritual power transformed into an invisible hammer, directly striking the one-armed old man's mind.

Psychological attack.

The one-armed old man's body stiffened for a moment, unable to move at all.

Just this one moment.

The throwing knives moved, and all eight blades shot out simultaneously.

The one-armed old man forcibly drew his sword while still dizzy from the mental attack.

With a sweeping motion of his left hand, he blocked three flying knives.

But he couldn't stop the remaining five.

Two bullets pierced his knees, one went through his left shoulder, one grazed his side, and the last one lodged in his throat.

The one-armed old man's body froze.

The knife slipped from his hand and stuck in the ground.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But only blood foam came out of his mouth.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Lin Feng retrieved the throwing knife and glanced down at the corpse.

The Zhao family.

He remembered it.

The signal in the communicator was still cut off, and the military could not be contacted, but the leak of the secret realm's coordinates had been confirmed.

The fact that the Zhao family came shows that the news had already spread.

There might be more people behind.

Lin Feng turned around, preparing to leave with the ferocious vulture and the earth dragon.

Just then.

Mental power detected a detail.

Behind a rock to the northeast of the outer perimeter of the encirclement.

Two auras.

It was extremely faint and tightly compressed, so faint that it was impossible for an ordinary Martial Saint to detect it.

But this disguise is nothing in the face of sixth-grade spiritual power.

Two people, hiding there, watched from beginning to end.

They are not from the Zhao family.

The blood and qi characteristics of the Zhao family share a common underlying quality, which is the result of practicing the same set of techniques.

These two people have completely different qi and blood.

Lin Feng did not turn his head to look in that direction.

However, his mental power had already locked onto the location of those two auras.

One of them had a blood and qi fluctuation, indicating he was a sixth-level Martial Saint.

He's even stronger than that one-armed old man from before.

Lin Feng's fingers tightened slightly.

The two people didn't move.

They simply hid, watching silently, without making any move.

It looked like they were observing something.

It also seemed like they were waiting for something.

Lin Feng flipped onto the back of the earth dragon, and the fierce vulture spread its wings and took off.

The earth dragon took a step and started running in the northwest direction.

Those two auras caught up.

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