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Su Wan'er spoke in a very low voice.

Mentalists are always proud, and they will not easily ask for advice from others, even if the other party is stronger than them.

For a second-grade spiritual master to seek instruction from a third-grade spiritual master is tantamount to acknowledging an absolute gap in skill level within the martial arts world.

Lin Feng put down the bottle, got up and walked over to her.

"I can't teach you step by step; mental power is something that comes from enlightenment. But I can let you experience the mental field of a third-grade cultivator; you can experience it for yourself."

Lin Feng released one-third of his mental energy from between his eyebrows with extreme restraint.

Su Wan'er's body tensed up suddenly.

That was a power from a completely different dimension.

Her second-grade mental power was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of this field.

But that force was not aggressive; it was more like the ocean supporting a small boat, allowing her to fully experience the true meaning of the words "third rank".

Three seconds later, Lin Feng withdrew his telekinetic power.

Large beads of sweat appeared on Su Wan'er's forehead, but the light in her eyes was brighter than ever before.

"Thanks."

Lin Feng waved his hand.

"Alright, it's getting late. You guys should practice and rest tomorrow. The Longyuan Cup may be over, but there's still a long way to go."

The four people walked out of the door one after another.

Qin Lie was the last to leave, and he glanced back at Lin Feng.

"Lieutenant Lin, I'll remember the grudge I earned by slapping you."

"You can try to fight back."

Qin Lie chuckled and closed the door.

The dormitory was quiet.

Lin Feng leaned the Fang of Calamity against the bedside and lay down.

His mental energy instinctively probed outwards.

The perimeter of the dormitory area: 300 meters, 600 meters, 1 kilometer...

One kilometer away, three unfamiliar presences were discreetly hidden.

An ordinary King Wu would not have noticed.

However, even with his third-grade spiritual power reaching far enough, Lin Feng could still catch a vague outline after more than a kilometer.

The three people moved slowly in the night, suppressing their auras.

They are approaching the dormitory area.

Raymond Lam rolled over and got out of bed.

The tooth of calamity remained untouched beside the pillow.

He fastened his right hand to the scabbard of the Starfall Nine Calamities Blade at his waist.

The thirty-six throwing knives emitted an extremely faint hum within their sheaths.

He used his mental energy to approach the three auras.

Fragmented conversations were captured.

The voice of a middle-aged woman was very low.

"The residual fluctuations of the mental connection have been confirmed; it's right here."

Gray robe.

Again, a gray robe.

Beast Taming Alliance.

Lin Feng tapped his finger on the scabbard.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Damn, they came really fast.

Lin Feng opened the window.

Outside the dormitory building is a shrub belt, and behind the shrubs is the wall of the training field.

The three auras stopped in the dark alley outside the wall.

As I focused my mental energy on it, the image gradually became clearer.

The leader was a middle-aged woman, around forty years old, with a stern face and a live snake wrapped around her wrist.

The serpent was entirely black, with a red tongue flicking out, and its eyes gleaming with an eerie light.

King Wu, 6th Dan.

Two men in grey robes stood behind her.

The one on the left is in his early twenties, a third-level Wu King.

The one on the right is in his thirties, a fourth-level Wu King.

Three Kings of War.

They are several levels stronger than the batch that came from the previous crack.

The woman's voice was extremely low: "The target is a young man, possibly possessing mental power of grade three or higher, and also has mysterious beast-taming abilities. Three people died in the C19 rift, killed by this target."

The gray-robed man on the right frowned.

"A third-grade mentalist? Plus beast taming ability? Is the Elders' Council mistaken? You couldn't find many with this kind of setup in the entire Dragon Kingdom."

The snake on the woman's wrist flicked its tongue.

"No mistake. The Elders' Council gave clear instructions: make contact first, recruit if possible. If they refuse to join the alliance..."

She held up one finger and drew a line across her throat.

"Trainers in all fifteen branches across the country will receive his information."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly.

To list him as a public enemy? The Beast Taming Alliance certainly has a lot of influence.

He didn't wait any longer.

He flipped his right hand over.

Thirty-six Starfall Nine Calamity Blades shot out from their sheaths, passed through the window, and silently disappeared into the night.

In a dark alley.

Han Shuang's spirit snake was the first to sense the anomaly.

The snake's body suddenly stiffened, hissing as it flicked its tongue upwards.

"have......"

She only managed to utter one word.

Thirty-six silver-white throwing knives appeared simultaneously from three directions, divided into three groups of twelve, precisely blocking all of the three people's escape routes.

The throwing knives hovered in mid-air, their blades facing inward, forming three closed encirclements.

The pressure of telekinesis surged in from all directions.

Han Shuang's serpent shot out from her wrist, its black body twisting into an arc in mid-air, sweeping away the six nearest throwing knives.

But the throwing knife only veered slightly, spun half a circle, and then flew back.

Attacks controlled by mental power cannot be "deflected".

As long as the controller's mental energy remains unbroken, the throwing knife will keep chasing.

The two men in gray robes drew their scimitars to parry.

The moment the blade touched the throwing knife, the residual force of their telekinesis was transmitted into their arms.

A buzzing, tingling sensation spread from my fingers to my shoulder.

"This mental strength is at least at the third-grade level! It's even stronger than the intelligence reports!"

Before the words had even finished, the words were spoken.

A dark figure jumped out of the second-floor window and landed right in the middle of the three.

It's Lin Feng.

At this moment, he had already unleashed all of the Starfall Nine Tribulations Blades, and he stood empty-handed among the three Martial Kings.

Han Shuang's pupils contracted slightly.

"Beast Taming Alliance?"

Lin Feng's voice was calm.

Han Shuang felt as if someone had grabbed her by the back of the neck.

Does he know who we are?

"Lin Feng." She forced herself to remain calm, withdrew her spirit snake, and raised her hands to indicate that she meant no harm.

"My name is Han Shuang, the foreign affairs executive officer of the Beast Taming Alliance. The elders sent me to deliver a message."

"explain."

"The Alliance is willing to offer you three complete ancient beast taming techniques, plus the title of honorary elder for life, in exchange for your joining."

She spoke very quickly, as if afraid that if she spoke too slowly, the other party would make the first move.

"Your beast-taming techniques are not part of our system, and the elders are very interested in them. After joining the alliance, we can share resources and exchange what we have."

Lin Feng did not respond.

Han Shuang waited for three seconds.

"What if we don't join?"

Han Shuang's throat moved slightly.

"Then the Elders' Council will list you as a public enemy of the Alliance, and the beast tamers in all fifteen branch altars across the country will receive your information."

She herself felt unsure of herself when she said this.

The man in front of him had just cleaved Gu Qingfeng, a half-step Martial Venerable, in two with a single strike, and Chief of Staff Duan Hongyuan was personally supporting him.

Is the Beast Taming Alliance's reputation strong enough? She herself wasn't sure.

Lin Feng nodded.

"I've finished listening."

Han Shuang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Then please consider..."

"No."

Lin Feng interrupted her.

"I mean, you've said all the nonsense you needed to say."

Han Shuang's expression froze.

Thirty-six throwing knives simultaneously contracted from three directions, causing the encirclement to shrink abruptly.

Lin Feng unleashed his full power of third-grade spiritual energy at this moment.

The psychic field radiated outwards from him in all directions.

Han Shuang, a sixth-level martial king, could only withstand this psychic power for less than half a second.

The other two King Wu fared even worse.

King Wu, at the third level, immediately knelt down, blood gushing from his nose.

King Wu, having endured the pain of being knocked down to his knees, lost his scimitar, which crashed to the ground with a thud.

Han Shuang's spirit snake hissed wildly, its body taut in a straight line, trying to offset some of the mental shock for its master.

Useless.

Lin Feng reached out with his left hand, fingers spread, and grabbed the snake's vital spot.

The snake writhed wildly in his palm twice, then fell silent.

Han Shuang's face turned completely pale.

"Impossible, who exactly are you?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

The thirty-six throwing knives adjusted their formation.

Switch to the drilling shuttle.

Thirty-six throwing knives were linked end to end, forming a three-meter-long silver-white armor-piercing blade, which hung above Lin Feng's head, its tip aimed at Han Shuang's face.

The moonlight shone on the blade, chilling it to the bone.

"I don't care about your alliance's ancient beast-taming techniques. I care even less about being a lifetime honorary elder."

Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed his index finger downwards.

The drilling shuttle shot out with a sound.

Han Shuang screamed and tried to dodge to the side, but it was no use.

She was met only with a devastating attack.