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The deputy scrambled to his feet.

My legs went weak with fear, and I had to brace myself twice before I could stand up.

Lin Feng grabbed the altar master by the shoulder and dragged him down to the next level.

The altar master's severed wrist was still bleeding, and he was being dragged around unsteadily, but he kept cursing.

"You wait... You've messed with the branch altar, the main altar won't let you off..."

"You dare threaten me?"

Lin Feng waved his hand, and with a snap, it made a sound.

The altar master's face was slapped to the side, and half of his cheek was swollen.

"If you weren't still somewhat useful, I would have killed you right now."

The altar master spat out a mouthful of blood and foam onto the ground, his lips moved, but he didn't utter another sound.

We went down the stone steps to the lower level.

The air was more humid than upstairs and had a musty smell.

At the end of the passage, a protective array barrier stood horizontally, glowing with a dark red light.

"open."

Lin Feng pushed the altar master in front of the barrier.

The altar master staggered two steps, stood in front of the barrier, and gritted his teeth without moving.

The spear tip pressed against his lower back, and the platinum dragon flames burrowed an inch into his flesh.

"ah--!"

The altar master screamed and jumped up.

"Should we open it or not?"

The altar master's face was a mixture of sweat and blood, and he was panting heavily.

The veins bulged from his forehead all the way down to the base of his neck.

He looked down at the charred hole on his lower back that was emitting white smoke, and his jaw loosened.

The broken wrist was raised, allowing blood to drip onto a node of the barrier.

With his other intact hand, he took out a token from his pocket and stuck it on.

hum.

The barrier has disappeared.

Inside was a small, secret room.

The wall was carved from a single piece of blue rock without any seams.

In the very center is a stone cabinet, about half a person's height, with intricate spiritual patterns carved on its surface, and a thin layer of dust accumulated on the lid.

Lin Feng walked over and yanked open the lid of the stone cabinet.

Three rolls of parchment, neatly rolled and wrapped in moisture-proof oil paper.

A jade slip.

He put everything into his storage ring in a swift and efficient motion, taking no more than two seconds.

Turn around.

The communicator was taken out, switched to a specific frequency band, and a signal was sent.

Highest level of authority.

The operation is over.

Lin Feng put the communicator away and glanced at the altar master who was still lying on the ground and his kneeling deputy.

The master's severed wrist had stopped bleeding and a scab had formed on its own, but most of his energy and spirit had dissipated.

"Wait here, someone will come to pick you up soon."

"Running without any purpose? I'll break your legs!"

He turned and walked upstairs.

I took two steps and then stopped.

The mental energy detected the change.

In the deepest part of the lower chamber, in the area that had just been blocked by the array barrier, an aura was heating up.

soon.

and......

Peak of Martial Saint.

wrong.

It's even stronger than its peak, and it's still going up.

Lin Feng suddenly turned around.

A crack appeared in the wall at the deepest part of the secret room.

A hand emerged from inside, its knuckles distinct and its fingertips gleaming darkly.

The walls continued to crack.

The second hand, the shoulder, the head.

A person walked out of the wall.

The old man was so thin he was practically skin and bones. He wore a greyish-white robe, and his hair was completely white, sparsely plastered to his scalp, revealing large patches of age spots.

It looks like it crawled out of a coffin.

However, the concentration of qi and blood released from his body made the air in the entire sealed room viscous.

Breathing became difficult.

Emperor Wu.

The genuine Emperor Wu.

Lin Feng gripped the gun barrel tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

Beneath the altar of a hermitage, a martial emperor is hidden.

This information was not included in the intelligence report.

The old man opened his eyes.

His cloudy eyes darted around twice, first looking at the altar master on the ground, then at Lin Feng standing next to the stone cabinet.

"You woke me up."

His voice was dry and hoarse.

The altar master lay on the ground, shuddered, and then suddenly looked up.

"Guardian!"

The old man ignored him.

His gaze fell on the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear in Lin Feng's hand.

After staring for two seconds, the cloudiness in his eyes cleared up a bit.

"Good gun."

Lin Feng didn't waste any words.

Saying one more word gives the other person one more second to prepare.

With a flick of the spear tip, the platinum dragon flame surged, and the entire spear was pointed at the old man.

The old man's lips twitched upwards, revealing a row of yellow teeth.

His smile carried a condescending air.

"Young man, how many of us have you killed?"

He took a step forward.

The moment that step was taken, the floor of the secret room exploded.

Stone fragments flew in all directions, and Emperor Wu's blood pressure was automatically activated at full power by Lin Feng's indestructible golden body.

Golden patterns covered his entire body, and the gun barrel vibrated in his palm.

Lin Feng's foot slid half a step on the ground.

The familiar oppressive aura of the Martial Emperor descended once more.

But this time, Lin Feng was absolutely confident.

The old man took another step.

This time, Raymond Lam did not back down.

The tip of the spear is handed forward.

Platinum dragon flames enveloped the gun, and the heat of the star dragon flames vaporized the air between the two men.

Gathering strength.

one second.

two seconds.

The old man's pupils contracted.

He sensed the terrifying energy gathering within the spear.

three seconds.

A world-destroying blow.

The platinum ball of light condensing at the tip of the spear expanded to its limit.

Raymond Lam has relaxed.

The entire secret room was engulfed by white light in that instant.

boom--!!!

A strike that surpassed its own limits, carrying the scorching heat of the Star Dragon Flame, slammed head-on into the old man.

The diameter of the platinum beam reached tens of meters, and the distance from the tip of the spear to the old man was less than five meters, with an arrival time of almost zero.

The old man reacted faster than Lin Feng had expected.

He shifted half a body length to the right, and struck out with his right palm. Dark purple qi condensed into a shield, which he held diagonally in front of him.

The platinum beam of light collided with the dark purple shield.

There was no stalemate.

The beam of light tore a gash in the shield and shredded off half of the old man's sleeve.

On the exposed arm, the skin and flesh were charred black by the Star Dragon Flame, and the white bone was faintly visible.

The old man groaned, his body propelled backward by the shockwave for more than ten meters, his back smashing through the stone wall of the secret chamber.

Gravel fell down with a clatter.

But he didn't fall.

He stood up from the pile of rubble and looked down at his charred right arm.

"That's interesting."

His tone was excessively flat.

His right arm was half-useless, but his left hand emerged from his sleeve, a ball of dark purple light condensing in his palm.

The ball of light spun extremely fast, drawing in the surrounding rubble and turning it into powder.

Lin Feng's spear tip dipped slightly.

The old man pushed forward with his left hand.

The dark purple orb flew out of his hand.

Extremely fast.

Lin Feng dodged and retreated more than 100 meters away.

His intuition told him that he couldn't take this hit.

The ball of light grazed his shoulder and struck the stone cabinet behind him.

The stone cabinet was gone, along with the ground within a hundred meters around it.

Not even a trace was left.

That's the power.

Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine for a moment.

If you touch it, you'll die.

The old man's second sphere of light has condensed.

The loss of his right arm did not affect his attacks; with a flick of his left hand, dark purple orbs shot out in rapid succession.

One, two, three.

Lin Feng pushed his movement skills to the limit.

The stealth step, combined with mental anticipation, allows for nimble maneuvering.

Wherever the sphere of light passed, it left behind empty spaces after being "swallowed".

Lin Feng kept dodging while looking for an opportunity.

The old man's every movement was locked by his mental power.

When the left hand makes a move, the right arm, which is useless, hangs down slightly, and the body's center of gravity shifts to the left.

The right side is empty.

But the old man didn't give him a chance to get close.

The dark purple orb was firing at an increasingly faster speed, almost filling the entire space.

Lin Feng's throwing knife shot out.

The eight Starfall Nine Calamity Blades dispersed into a fan shape, cutting towards the old man from different angles.

The old man waved his left hand, and a dark purple wall of energy appeared in front of him.

The throwing knives hit the air barrier and were deflected three times.

The remaining five missiles bypassed the edge of the air wall and cut in from the side.

The old man tilted his head to dodge the two bullets.

The third one sliced ​​his cheek open, and the fourth one lodged in his left shoulder.

The fifth one was held in his left hand.

He held the blade of the throwing knife between two fingers, and dark purple energy suppressed the sharpness of the blade.

"A mentalist, a martial artist, and such a fine gun."

The old man crushed the throwing knife, and the fragments fell through his fingers.

"Unfortunately, they're still too inexperienced."

His body moved.

Emperor Wu's speed exceeded Lin Feng's expectations.

The mental energy locked onto the right side of his trajectory the moment he disappeared.

As expected, it went into neutral.

Guns swept across.

The old man appeared three meters to his right and slapped out with his left palm.

The gun barrel and his palm collided.

clang!

Lin Feng's hand was numb from the shock, and he slid back five meters, leaving two deep grooves in the ground.

The old man caught up with them.

Clap repeatedly with your left palm.

Each palm strike carried a dark purple aura, and the force of the blows against the gun was layered upon layer.

Lin Feng withstood the first blow.

With the second strike, the ground beneath his feet cracked.

The third palm strike.

Lin Feng's arm bones made a crisp sound, and the golden patterns of the Undying Golden Body flashed twice on his arm.

It's not broken, but it hurts terribly.

He gritted his teeth, condensing his mental energy into a shockwave, which he blasted out from between his eyebrows.

Sixth-rank mental attack.

It hit the old man squarely in the head.

The old man paused.

The effect is the same as when fighting the Golden Puppet, but this time the delay time is shorter.

Emperor Wu's mental defenses far surpassed those of a puppet.

The interval is only a fraction of a second.

enough.

Lin Feng's gun completed a full stab in those 0.3 seconds.

The tip of the gun pierced through the old man's left rib.

Platinum Dragon Flame poured in.

The old man's body stiffened abruptly as he looked down at the spear piercing his chest.

Dragon flames burned inside his body, and the acrid smell of his internal organs being scorched by the high temperature emanated from the wound.

"Oh......"

The old man chuckled.

He raised his left hand and placed it on the gun barrel.

Dark purple energy surged from his palm, flowing along the gun barrel towards Lin Feng.

Raymond Lam lets go.

The gun remained inside the old man's body, and he was thrown back five meters.

The old man gripped the gun barrel that was inserted into his body and slowly pulled the gun out.

It was pulled out three inches.

The platinum dragon flames erupted in a second wave within his body.

The old man stopped moving.

He looked down at the still-burning hole in his chest and frowned.

Long Yan ignored the protective aura. This meant that all of his internal defenses were ineffective.

The fire is burning, burning from the inside out, growing stronger and stronger.

"This gun... is strange!"

His voice began to tremble.

Lin Feng stood five meters away, with the throwing knife hovering around him.

He did not pursue them.

no need.

The burning effect of Star Dragon Flame is continuous.

Once it enters the body, the protective energy cannot stop it; it will only burn deeper and deeper.

The old man's hand slipped off the gun barrel.

He took a step back and bumped into the wall.

The internal energy began to become disordered, and the light on the surface of the body flickered.

"you......"

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The moment the black blood hit the ground, it burned several small craters into the ground.

The body slid down the wall.

Knees on the ground.

Platinum dragon flames erupted from the wound on his chest, burning all the surrounding clothes to ashes.

The old man's eyes gradually lost focus.

thump.

He fell face down to the ground.

The platinum dragon flames flickered twice more in the piercing wound on its back before slowly extinguishing.

The room fell completely silent.

Lin Feng walked over, stepped on the old man's back, and pulled the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear out of the corpse.

The bloodstains on the spear tip were automatically burned away by the dragon flames.

He shook his arms.

I just took three blows; my bones aren't broken, but I still feel soreness and numbness.

Turn around and walk uphill.

In the upper council chamber, the altar master and his deputy remained in their original positions.

The altar master huddled in the corner, his face ashen. He had heard the commotion below clearly.

Your Excellency, Dharma Protector.

Emperor Wu.

died.

He looked at Lin Feng coming up the stairs, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Feng put the gun back into his ring.

Old Zhou's voice came through the communicator.

"The griffins have reached the top of the salt flats. Confirm entry?"

"Enter."

Thirty seconds later, a large hole was blasted open in the salt crust above.

More than twenty figures jumped down from the cave entrance, landing silently and quickly spreading out to take control of the entire branch altar.

Old Zhou was the last one to come down.

He glanced at the corpses and dismembered limbs in the council chamber, then at the burnt smell wafting up the stairs, and finally his gaze settled on Lin Feng.

"There's one more below."

Lin Feng tilted his head towards the stairs. "The Martial Emperor is dead."

Old Zhou paused for a moment.

"Emperor Wu?"

"The protector of the hermitage is hidden in the innermost secret chamber; he is likely their trump card for overseeing the branch altar."

Old Zhou remained silent for three seconds.

"You solved it all by yourself?"

"Um."

Old Zhou looked at him for a while, then didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and waved to the Griffin team members behind him.

"Search the entire area, take all prisoners alive, and pack up all documents and materials without leaving a single one."

Lin Feng took out the three rolls of parchment and the jade slip from his storage ring and handed them to Elder Zhou.

"The list of informants from the four military regions, as well as the master list of the Secret Order's contact codes, were taken from the stone cabinet."

Old Zhou took it, his fingers tightening slightly.

He did not open it on the spot.

"Do you know the weight of this?"

"clear."

Old Zhou put the parchment and jade slip into his storage bag and took a deep breath.

"Lin Feng, what you did tonight is enough to earn you a general's rank."

"don't want."

Old Zhou was stunned for a moment.

"I want something." Lin Feng leaned against the wall, stretching his aching arms.

"What?"

"Mingjiao."

Old Zhou froze.

Lin Feng looked at him.

"I need authorization from the military to deal with the Nether Dragon, which is at the Martial Emperor level, inside the sealed secret realm."

The council chamber suddenly fell silent, with only the distant sounds of the griffin crew carrying things remaining.

Old Zhou stared at him for a full five seconds.

"What are your plans to do?"

Lin Feng did not answer immediately.

He took out the jade slip containing the secret techniques for taming beasts from his storage ring and flipped it between his fingers.

"Subdue it."