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Forty kilometers.

The earth dragon ran for less than fifteen minutes.

In the northwest corner of the wasteland, a dried-up salt lake appeared within the range of mental energy.

The white salt crust covered the entire lake surface, and when the light shone on it, it was dazzlingly bright.

When the earth dragon's claws stepped on the edge of the salt crust, a cracking sound came from beneath its feet.

Raymond Lam jumped off the dragon's back.

He took out the token and held it to his feet.

The coordinates coincide.

The sixth-grade spiritual power was pushed downwards into the ground.

There is space 30 meters below the salt crust.

It was artificially excavated, and covers a considerable area, encompassing at least one-third of the entire salt lake.

More than a dozen auras were moving inside.

Lin Feng put the token back into his pocket and patted the earth dragon's head.

"Stay put, don't come in."

The earth dragon lay down.

The eagle landed on the dragon's back, its head tucked into its wings, poised to launch itself into the air at any moment.

Lin Feng's mental energy swept around the entire salt lake.

On the east side, there is a collapsed fissure in the ground.

There is a pipe opening hidden at the bottom.

Lin Feng chose to force his way in.

With a full-force strike, a huge hole was blasted into the underground of the salt lake.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Underground, everyone was still in a daze.

Lin Feng jumped straight down.

The first person I met was a middle-aged man.

He was bald, with a scar on his left cheek that ran from his forehead to his chin.

The scar divided his face in two, with the skin on the left side slightly wrinkled, looking as if it had been burned and then cut open with a knife.

Branch altar master.

Lin Feng took out the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear from his storage ring.

The dark gold gun barrel gleamed coldly under the lights of the council hall, with dragon-shaped array patterns slowly flowing around it.

He carried his gun and strode inside.

"The Northwest Branch of the Secret Order?"

His gaze swept around.

"Is that all the people?"

The bald-headed leader lashed out with his scarred hand.

His gaze was fixed on the rifle.

After Qian Weiguo's death, the news had already spread within the Hermitage.

Lin Feng of the Northern Territory killed the Second Elder, destroyed the Bai Family, and withstood a half-step Martial Emperor.

It was indeed a long spear, quite imposing indeed.

How did you find this place?

Lin Feng took the token out of his pocket and flicked it with his finger.

The token rolled twice on the stone table and stopped in front of the altar master.

The altar master looked down.

"Deacon Number Six?"

His face darkened.

"That traitor..."

"Whether someone is a traitor or not is none of my business."

Lin Feng planted the tip of his gun into the ground.

Platinum dragon flames erupted from the tip of the spear, their scorching heat rushing towards us.

The two closest martial saints at the third level instinctively took a step back, causing their chairs to tip over.

"I'm here for one thing."

Lin Feng looked at the altar master.

"How many spies has your secret society planted in the four military regions? Where is the list?"

There was a two-second silence in the council chamber.

The forum master smiled.

The laughter was short and forced out of the throat.

"Did you come here alone?"

He pulled a curved knife from under the table with his right hand, the blade wreathed in qi, and a grayish-white light flowed across its edge.

"Just because you killed that good-for-nothing Qian Weiguo, you think you can boss the Hidden Cult around?"

His vital energy was completely released.

As the oppressive aura of a fully realized Martial Saint spread out, fine cracks appeared on the stone walls of the council hall, and the lanterns overhead swayed violently.

"Brothers."

The altar master pointed his knife forward.

"kill."

The other six people moved at the same time.

Four of the four limbs of the rushing forest peaks flanked it from the left and right, and from the front and back. Two of them circled around to the rear, blocking its retreat.

I'm very familiar with the process and have used it many times.

Lin Feng didn't move.

He stood there.

Wait until the seven people rushed to a position five meters in front of him.

Then the gun moved.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea.

The trajectory traced by the gun tip was more than twice as fast as before.

The blood and qi of a fourth-stage Martial Saint poured into the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear, causing all the dragon-shaped array patterns on the spear to light up, and platinum dragon flames exploded from the tip of the spear.

The martial saint at the very front, in his third stage, didn't even see the spear shadow clearly.

The gun tip pierced his chest.

Platinum dragon flames poured into the wound.

Ignore the protective aura.

The expression on the man's face froze.

He looked down at the hole in his chest, opened his mouth, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The dragon flames burned into his internal organs and seeped out from the wound on his back, distorting the air within half a meter behind him.

thump.

The body slid off the tip of the gun.

Lin Feng drew his gun without stopping.

The second shot, a sweeping attack.

The spear, trailing a platinum flame, swept across the waist of a fourth-stage Martial Saint.

The man raised his knife to parry, and the moment the blade touched the gun barrel, dragon flames spread upwards from the point of contact.

The knife has become softer.

Before he could let go, the spear tip had already thrust back, piercing through his ribs and exiting through his shoulder blade.

The third shot was a straight thrust.

Another fourth-stage Martial Saint pounced from the side, slamming his hammer down with both hands.

Lin Feng sidestepped the hammer, and the spear tip plunged into his throat.

Platinum Dragon Flame burned half of his neck through.

His head tilted to the side, hanging from a few unbroken muscles.

Five seconds.

Three people fell down.

The stench of blood in the council chamber instantly became pungent and nauseating.

Just as the two Martial Saints at the fifth and third levels were about to make their move, they circled around to the back.

The throwing knife arrived first.

With his sixth-grade mental power, eight Starfall Nine Tribulation Blades shot out from behind Lin Feng, splitting into two groups.

Four in each group.

The first set of four throwing knives simultaneously pierced the joints of the limbs of the fifth-level martial saint.

Precision down to the millimeter level.

The man's limbs lost all strength at the same moment, and his whole body seemed to have been ripped out of its bones, slamming to the ground with a thud.

The second group dealt with that Martial Saint at the third level, using the same position and precision.

Two living people were thrown onto the stone floor, emitting suppressed screams.

Keep them alive for interrogation.

Only two people remained standing in the council chamber.

Forum Master.

And a sixth-dan martial arts master as his assistant.

The deputy's face turned deathly pale.

The weapon in his hand was trembling, and he could barely hold onto the sword.

He looked at the corpse on his left, then at the corpse on his right, and then at his two companions on the ground whose limbs had been broken.

Five seconds.

Of the five martial saints, three died and two were crippled.

The altar master was still holding his scimitar.

But the blade was also trembling.

Lin Feng flicked the blood off the tip of his spear. The platinum dragon flames danced on the dark gold spear, casting flickering light on half of his face.

"List".

The spearhead was pointed at the altar master.

"The last time."

The altar master gritted his teeth, and the veins on his temples throbbed several times.

He did not answer.

The scimitar slashed forward with a sudden force.

The full-force strike of a Martial Saint at the peak of perfection drew a half-meter-wide gray-white arc of energy from the blade, aiming for Lin Feng's neck.

Lin Feng parried with a single shot.

clang--!

The blade of the scimitar touched the barrel of the gun.

The platinum dragon flame spread along the blade from the point of contact.

one second.

The scimitar began to twist.

The heat from the heat transmitted to the altar master caused blisters to form on his hand, and his skin sizzled and burned.

His fingers twitched, and he almost dropped them.

Lin Feng didn't give him a second chance.

The butt of the spear flicked upwards, striking the altar master's wrist.

Click.

My wrist bone is broken.

The scimitar flew out, spinning as it embedded itself in the wall, its hilt still humming.

The spear tip was thrust forward, pressed against the altar master's throat.

The platinum dragon flames were less than a centimeter from his skin. The skin around his Adam's apple quickly turned red, blistered, and a burnt smell wafted out.

The forum leader froze.

The sixth-level martial arts master's assistant knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Weapons were scattered all over the ground.

"I said! The list is on the lower level! In a stone cabinet in a secret lower chamber!"

The forum leader roared, "Shut up!"

Lin Feng's gun tip moved forward three millimeters.

The altar master's Adam's apple was scorched. He hissed and shut his mouth. His entire face was contorted unrecognizable, and beads of sweat dripped down his face.

"Continue." Lin Feng looked at his deputy kneeling on the ground.

How do you open the locked room?

The deputy's lips were trembling, and he was speaking haltingly.

"The lower, more secret chambers are locked by array formations, requiring the altar master's blood and token to activate simultaneously... There are three lists in the stone cabinet, containing the locations of spies from all four military regions..."

"What else?"

"And..." the deputy swallowed hard, "there's also a master list of communication codes. All the methods of communication between superiors and subordinates of the Secret Order are listed in that list..."

Lin Feng's eyebrows twitched.

This was more than he had expected.

"lead the way."