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The sect leader's clone's old face instantly fell.

"Young friend, don't go too far!"

"Do you really think that the Heavenly Sword Sect can't do anything to you after you killed Wuhen?"

"What, you want to kill me?"

Chu Feng shook his head with a wry smile, "There are plenty of people who want to kill me, I don't need you."

As he spoke, the array patterns in the main hall shone brightly.

The giant blade of sword intent on the ceiling crashed down.

The sect leader's clone's expression changed drastically. He wanted to resist, but a clone was ultimately no match for an ant trying to shake a tree.

"You brat!"

"If you dare kill him, my Heavenly Sword Sect will tear you to pieces!"

The clone roared in a fit of impotence and rage.

The next second, the overwhelming sword intent swept over like a great stroke of luck.

The blurry figure didn't even have time to utter a scream before being crushed into powder.

Seeing that his last lifeline was gone, Jian Wuhen collapsed to the ground.

"No...don't..."

Chu Feng walked over and looked down at him.

"You weren't this cowardly when you ambushed Shen Luoxia earlier."

"Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future, have you heard that?"

The massive blade of sword intent hovered above Jian Wuhen's head, its desolate aura pressing down on him so much that he couldn't even feel it for a moment.

"Chu Feng... I'll give you money! I'll give you spirit stones!"

"You can choose whatever you like from my Heavenly Sword Sect's treasure vault!"

Chu Feng sighed.

"Look, I could have accepted it if you had said so earlier, but what time is it now, and you're just saying these useless things."

Be more careful in your next life.

The giant blade slashed down.

"puff."

Jian Wuhen, along with his sword, was instantly cleaved in two by the giant blade of sword intent.

His soul also instantly dissipated under the blade's intent.

The hall fell silent again.

Chu Feng waved his hand, dispelling the giant blade of sword intent.

He walked to Jian Wuhen's corpse and squatted down.

"Alright, it's time for my favorite part: looting the boxes."

Chu Feng squatted down next to Jian Wuhen's corpse and skillfully untied the storage bag from his waist.

As soon as he scanned the area with his divine sense, his saliva instantly flowed down his throat.

"Holy crap, the senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect is really something else."

"These high-grade spirit stones alone amount to over 30,000, plus these bottles of pills..."

Chu Feng picked up a jade bottle, uncorked it, and smelled it. A rich medicinal fragrance immediately rushed to the top of his head.

"A Grade 5 Rejuvenation Pill, one of these can sell for two thousand spirit stones on the black market."

He pulled out a few more pieces of cold iron and thunder spirit wood, making clicking noises as he spoke.

"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts; the ancients were right."

Chu Feng took the items out of the storage bag one by one, his smile growing brighter and brighter.

A rough estimate suggests that this looting spree will net at least 100,000 spirit stones!

He patted Jian Wuhen's face, which had already turned cold.

"Senior brother, may you rest in peace."

After collecting his spoils, Chu Feng dusted himself off, stood up, and turned to walk towards the entrance of the main hall.

He raised his hand and waved at the stone pillar.

Boom...

The stone pillars slowly parted, and the gate swung open, letting in the sunlight.

In the square, the crowd was still locked in a fierce battle with the sword intent.

Gu Hanchuan was gritting his teeth and inching forward, while Zhao Pojun hid behind him, panting heavily.

Hongxiu was squatting in the corner with the account book in her arms. As soon as she saw Chu Feng come out, her eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly ran over.

"Young master, how was the harvest?"

"It's alright, it'll barely cover our food expenses for the next two months."

Chu Feng flexed his wrists, raised his hand, and casually waved it towards the stone plaque above the main hall door.

hum~

The terrifying sword intent that had shrouded the square for a century vanished completely in an instant.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Those disciples who were working themselves to the bone under pressure suddenly felt a lightness on their shoulders and almost fell over due to inertia.

Gu Hanchuan suddenly looked up at Chu Feng, who was standing at the entrance of the main hall.

Chu Feng, with his hands behind his back, scanned the surprised and uncertain eyes on the square.

He cleared his throat and spoke loudly.

"Everyone, I have already taken over the legacy of the Sword Saint."

"This place is now under my jurisdiction. The sword intent test is canceled. Everyone, disperse!"

The square was quiet for three seconds, and then it erupted into chaos.

"He really received the inheritance?!"

"To obtain the Duan Yue Sect's inheritance at the mid-Golden Core stage? Is there any justice in this world?! Is there no law?!"

"It's over, it's over, those people from the Heavenly Sword Sect are probably going crazy."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people rushed out from the crowd.

The leader was a young man in a silver robe, none other than Gu Xinghe, the one whose compass Chu Feng had previously stolen.

His face turned ashen, and he pointed at Chu Feng's nose and began to curse.

"Chu Feng! The secret realm's opportunities were supposed to be shared by all three sects, why are you trying to monopolize them all?"

"Hand over the inheritance now, or my Heavenly Sword Sect will never forgive you!"

This time, Chu Feng was so angry he laughed.

Holy crap, how can there be someone even more shameless than me?

"Not over yet? How do you expect it to be over yet?"

"The legacy is on me; anyone with the ability can come and take it."

"If you're incompetent, get lost!"

Not far away, Shen Luoxia was leaning on Qin Shuang's shoulder to heal her wounds.

Her face was rosy, and a red welt that hadn't faded was still visible on her neck.

Chu Feng glanced at her and smiled slightly.

"Miss Shen looks great. It seems my unique treatment is quite effective."

Shen Luoxia blushed, glared at him fiercely, and pulled her collar up even higher.

Qin Shuang sneered as she watched the fight escalate.

"This guy's fishing."

Shen Luoxia tilted her head.

"fishing?"

"He wants to find a pretext to kill all the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Qin Shuang curled her lip. "Look at his expression, isn't it smug?"

Upon closer inspection, Shen Luoxia saw that Chu Feng indeed had a smug and arrogant look on his face, and was beckoning Gu Xinghe with his finger.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"This guy is too cunning."

"Let's go, let's go, stop looking, or we'll get covered in blood."

Qin Shuang helped her stand up and moved her to the side.

In the center of the square, Gu Xinghe was completely enraged. He led several disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and charged forward, drawing their magic swords.

"How arrogant! Everyone, attack him together and kill him to claim the inheritance!"

Several sword lights intertwined to form a large net, carrying a sharp killing intent, heading straight for Chu Feng.

Chu Feng didn't even bother to dodge.

The two golden cores within his body began to spin wildly, and a vast and domineering sword intent erupted from his body.

A blood-red longsword is drawn!

The first of the three techniques for breaking through mountains is: Cutting off the flow!

The blade flashed like flowing water, gently gliding across the swords in everyone's hands.

Gu Xinghe felt the sword in his hand suddenly sink, and the node for the circulation of spiritual energy was directly cut off, instantly losing control of the sword in his hand.

Chu Feng flipped his wrist, and the sword stance immediately changed.

The second move, Breaking the Mountain.

The force of the slash was astonishing.

Gu Xinghe's natal magic sword was knocked away, and he was sent flying.

The remaining Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were so frightened by this situation that they turned around and tried to run away.

Chu Feng sneered.

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The third move: Soul Severance.

The invisible sword intent pierced through the void and struck their souls directly.

Before the disciples could even scream, they all rolled their eyes and collapsed to the ground.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Chu Feng sheathed his sword and slowly walked to Gu Xinghe's side.

Gu Xinghe clutched his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with terror.

"Chu Feng...you..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Chu Feng squatted down and skillfully took off his storage bag. "Even a small mosquito is still meat..."