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Zhao Wannian.

The head of the Zhao family, a disciple of King Wu.

The ceiling at the top of the treasure vault shattered into dust the moment he fell, and the rock layers were directly blown away by the shockwave of the Martial King's blood energy.

Gravel and dust filled the air, and the basement lights flickered on and off.

Raymond Lam's hair was blown backward by the blast wave.

This oppressive aura was more terrifying than any enemy he had ever encountered.

The gap between a Martial Ancestor and a Martial King is far more than a small realm can encompass.

Zhao Wannian stood at the edge of the collapsed gap, his gray hair scattered, his old eyes bloodshot, scanning the corpses of Zhao family warriors scattered on the ground and the treasure vault that had been mostly emptied.

"you."

A single word was squeezed out from between his teeth.

There is no second word.

Zhao Wannian took direct action.

The Martial King's aura condensed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky, and slammed down from above.

The giant hand was three meters wide, its qi condensed into a tangible form, and one could even see blood vessel-like patterns pulsating on its surface.

The air was crushed with a sharp sound, and the basement floor had already cracked before the giant hand even landed.

Lin Feng drew his sword.

The system panel flashed briefly in the corner of the field of view.

[Steel Blade: 500/500, Ultimate Effect Activated - Every Hit a Critical Hit!]

The dark gold spirit patterns on the mountain-splitting blade lit up, and the entire blade was enveloped in a golden halo. The humming sound of the blade filled the entire basement.

Lin Feng did not back down.

He took a step forward.

"The Mountain-Slaying Slash".

The mountain was cleaved from bottom to top.

A golden gust of wind tore out from the blade, its volume expanding several times the moment it detached from the blade, carrying a penetrating and critical strike effect, and collided head-on with Zhao Wannian's Martial King Qi giant hand.

boom--!

The entire basement was shaking.

The ground exploded, sending debris flying everywhere.

Golden gales tore the giant hand apart.

It wasn't shattered, it was cleaved open.

The giant hand of qi split in two from the very center, and the remaining energy dispersed to both sides, blasting two huge craters into the two walls.

The remaining force of the gale did not diminish.

The golden, arc-shaped blade of energy was aimed directly at Zhao Wannian's face.

Zhao Wannian's pupils contracted sharply in that instant.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the blood and qi of the Martial King level condensed into a blood-red protective shield on his body.

Too late.

The blade energy slashed at his arms, shattering the blood-red protective shield. He was sent flying, his back slamming into the rock wall behind the basement.

A large section of the rock wall collapsed, burying half of his body in rubble.

Zhao Wannian struggled out of the rubble and looked down at his chest.

A bloodstain.

The cut was made diagonally from the left shoulder to the right rib, deep enough to expose the bone, and blood gushed out.

His face was filled with disbelief.

"You... are a Martial Grandmaster?"

Zhao Wannian's voice cracked.

Could Wu Zong unleash such a powerful attack?

impossible.

The power of that last strike was even greater than his own full-force attack.

This is not the output that a martial arts master should have.

"What exactly are you?" Zhao Wannian climbed out of the rock wall, clutching his chest wound, and took two steps back.

Lin Feng hoisted Lieshan onto his shoulder and tilted his head.

"I have no obligation to explain to a dead person."

Zhao Wannian gritted his teeth and tore a dark red suit of armor from under his clothes.

The armor's surface was covered with dense spiritual patterns, and it was forged from a mixture of red copper and some rare ore, radiating a heavy energy fluctuation.

Grade A red copper inner armor.

One of the Zhao family's trump cards.

Wearing this, even a full-force attack from a Martial King level will be reduced in effectiveness.

As Zhao Wannian put on his inner armor, he suddenly formed a hand seal and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.

His essence and blood transformed into crimson mist in the air, which he then inhaled.

Burning essence and blood.

His breath surged dramatically in just two seconds, his originally pale face turned flushed, and veins bulged from his temples all the way down to his neck.

"The Zhao Family's Ultimate Killer, Shattering Ten Thousand Pounds!"

Zhao Wannian transformed into a streak of crimson light and crashed into Lin Feng.

The speed is at least twice as fast.

The power has also shifted.

Lin Feng sneered.

Defensive armor?

Sorry, I'm armor-piercing.

His mental energy surged from between his eyebrows, and at the same instant Zhao Wannian rushed over, twelve B-grade mental throwing knives, "Dark Blades," shot out from the cloth bag.

Twelve black lightning bolts shot out simultaneously from twelve blind spots.

Zhao Wannian was forced into a state of panic.

His charge was interrupted, forcing him to divert his energy to parry the flying knives.

It was slapped away.

Both of them were knocked away.

The third nail was driven into the seam of his thigh nail.

The fourth arrow grazed his neck, slicing off a layer of skin.

"A spiritualist?"

Zhao Wannian's voice even changed tone.

"Who are you?!"

Lin Feng did not answer.

"Lost Steps" is being pushed to its limits.

Three afterimages scattered, each carrying a tangible feel, approaching Zhao Wannian from the left, right, and front respectively.

Zhao Wannian shattered the afterimage in front of him with a punch, then turned around and slapped away the one on the right.

But he did not find the real person.

His true form was directly above him.

Lin Feng used the gap in the ceiling to fall down, splitting the mountain and lifting it upside down, aiming at Zhao Wannian's head.

The body's vital energy and blood flowed into the blade.

Armor penetration effects stack.

Every strike deals a critical hit.

The spirit patterns on the A-grade battle sword flashed wildly.

Zhao Wannian suddenly looked up, and all the spirit patterns on his red copper inner armor lit up, desperately releasing a defensive force field outward.

Useless.

The moment the mountain cleaved down, all the spirit patterns on the red copper inner armor shattered.

The defensive force field of the A-grade armor was torn through with a single strike.

The blade cleaved down from the top of Zhao Wannian's head.

Zhao Wannian's body was split in two where the blade passed.

The copper inner armor shattered into countless metal fragments, which clattered and clanged all over the ground.

Blood splattered three meters high.

Zhao Wannian, the head of the Zhao family, was a martial arts master when he died on the spot.

The basement fell silent.

Lin Feng landed and shook the blood off his knife.

"The Zhao family's story ends here."