The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Suddenly, Li Wan frowned, her face revealing a look of shock. She turned her head and looked at Feng Ting again.

"Is something wrong?" Feng Ting laughed.

"You seem to have gotten stronger." Li Wan said.

Feng Ting smiled indifferently, "I'm still young, so I always have to grow. When there's growth, I naturally have to become stronger."

"Is that so?" Li Wan felt that Feng Ting's words made sense, but they also felt that it didn't make sense.

Feng Ting did not want to continue this topic, so he said: "I am going to prepare to welcome the two young masters from Chi Family."

"Do you want something to eat?"

"Alright."

"I'll tell them to prepare food for you."

After Li Wan finished, he left.

Feng Ting watched Li Wan instructing the domestic servant to prepare food, watched the sunlight which was gradually becoming denser outside the window, looked at the clear and bright sky, and swept away the haze that she could not cultivate for a month.

True Martial high grade! Even if he were to fight the Purple Mansion, he would be able to defeat it easily. Even if he were to face the dangling lake's Primary Grade, Chi Long was confident that he would not lose.

However, he knew that regardless of whether he won or lost, he would have to fight bravely. Only by doing so would he be able to arouse the anger of the two young masters of Chi Family, and would he have a reason to leave this place.

Two hours later, Chi Jian and Chi Long arrived as scheduled and stood outside the small courtyard's gate.

Feng Ting led the group out of the small courtyard. Seeing that Chi Jian was still as arrogant as before, it was as if he had seen a sinner. Although Chi Long was calm, the haughtiness in his eyes was obvious.

"Feng Ting, the ten days are up. You should also accept the Thirteenth Brother's challenge right?" Chi Jian looked at Feng Ting as if he was looking at an extremely weak loser.

"Alright, come on." Feng Ting did not want to waste time, so he gestured for his to come over.

Chi Jian's smile became even wider, "Feng Ting, if Thirteenth Brother were to injure you, I hope you don't blame our Chi Family."

"I won't." Feng Ting said calmly.

Seeing Feng Ting like that, Chi Jian could not help but feel resentment in his heart. He signalled to Chi Long with his eyes, signalling him to kill Feng Ting. This was also something they had discussed before they came here. If Feng Ting was arrogant, they would kill him.

Chi Long only nodded slightly, and said to Feng Ting: "Make your move."

"Alright."

Feng Ting said, and already made his move. A ray of spirit energy turned into a spear that pierced towards Chi Long.

"Swish."

Although the spirit energy was formless, the spirit energy spear was like a spear that carried a sharp aura as it madly rushed forward.

She was very sure that Feng Ting's move was even faster and more powerful than it was ten days ago.

He had become stronger!

Not far away, Li Wan made her judgement once again.

"Bam."

Chi Long's figure trembled, and a Spiritual Strength hammer smashed out, smashing away the spirit energy spear. The hammer did not dissipate even after smashing against the long spear made of spirit energy, but it still carried a huge amount of remnant might as it smashed towards Feng Ting.

"Boom!"

The heavy hammer that was in the air actually instantly grew another size. It was only two meters in diameter. With such a huge Spiritual Strength hammer, its speed shouldn't have been too fast. Furthermore, it had already clashed with the spirit spear earlier, so its power shouldn't have been too great.

But now that the hammer was a size larger, its power seemed to have increased another size.

This sudden turn of events caused everyone in Heavenly Book City to be incomparably shocked. Seeing that the mystical Spiritual Strength heavy hammer was right in front of Feng Ting, the impact area was so great that Feng Ting had nowhere to hide. At the same time he retreated backward, both his fists punched out at the same time.

BOOM!

With a loud sound, the Spiritual Strength's heavy hammer scattered and Feng Ting was smashed outwards. As he flew backwards, blood had already been spat out from his mouth.

"Thirteenth Brother …!"

Seeing that, Chi Jian shouted anxiously. Although he had only shouted out one name, it already showed that he was anxious to get Chi Long to kill.

Chi Long was also someone who had been on the battlefield for a long time, so he would naturally not stop here. Even if the other party was just a teenager who was only a martial cultivator, and his injuries were clearly severe, he would still want to completely destroy or even kill him.

Swoosh.

Chi Long's figure was like the wind as he rushed towards Feng Ting. In the air, the Spiritual Strength released a wave from its palm, transforming into a heavy hammer that smashed forward again.

"Boom!"

The hammer's speed and strength was even greater than the one just now. This was the killing tempo.

Li Wan, Li Zhencha, had already flown in front of Feng Ting, wanting to block him. With their speed, they might be able to help Feng Ting block this attack before the heavy hammer strikes. However, they should all be struck by a heavy hammer. Although the injuries weren't fatal, they were still bound to be severely injured.

And also at that moment, Feng Ting who was supposed to be flying backwards, suddenly steadied himself. This was a scene that shocked everyone. No one could understand how Feng Ting was able to control his body to fly backwards in such a situation.

The more surprising thing was that it still continued, the more Feng Ting stabilized his body, and at the same time, he smashed towards the heavy hammer. Almost at the same time, he punched out with his right fist, using One Word Collapsing Fist's Ninth.

If Feng Ting had continued to fly backwards, Li Zhencha and Li Wan might still be able to block in front of Feng Ting and take the hit from the heavy hammer. But when Feng Ting suddenly rushed forward to meet the heavy hammer head on, it made their prediction too wrong. They were in the air as they watched Feng Ting's fist smash apart the Spiritual Strength's heavy hammer. He also saw Feng Ting's left hand s illusory shining sharp blades.

Chi Long, who was behind the heavy hammer charging towards Feng Ting, was completely caught off guard by Feng Ting's sudden charge. He never thought that Feng Ting would be able to stabilize his body, and never thought that Feng Ting would be able to rush over directly. Nor did he expect that Feng Ting's fist would actually break apart his Spiritual Strength heavy hammer.

"Swish."

The sharp blade had already reached his chest, but Chi Long only felt a piercing pain as a sharp blade pierced his chest. He subconsciously raised his hand and struck out with a palm towards Feng Ting.

"Whap."

Feng Ting was once again sent flying by Chi Long. As he retreated, he spat out another mouthful of blood. At the same time, he kept his foggy venomous insect blade and the illusory wing on his back. Without the illusory wing, he could not stabilize his body, nor could he suddenly rush over.

The Healing Flame in his dantian had already started to release a warm aura which entered his meridians, spreading to his limbs, bones, and internal organs, treating the countless amounts of pain in his body.

He also started to work hard to calm the endless spiritual energy in his body, controlling his body to not rush into the Spiritual Sea at the back of his waist.

Li Wan was already behind Feng Ting, supporting him who was flying backwards.

"Thirteenth Brother!"

Chi Jian flew forward and supported Chi Long. Seeing the bloody hole on his chest, his face was paler than Chi Long's.

Chi Long's heart was trembling. Even now, he still could not figure out how he was stabbed by Feng Ting.

"Whoosh."

The blood and vitality in Feng Ting's body surged unceasingly, and due to the severity of his injuries, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Looking at Chi Long and Chi Jian who were 50 meters away, he could feel that the two of them were in a completely bad mood.

Such an ending, such a quick end, other than Feng Ting, no one had expected it to happen. This was what Feng Ting had planned for them to do. He had thought that he would never be able to defeat Chi Long. He could only rely on surprise and fight to the death. Even if he was at his last breath, he could still injure Chi Long.

However, when he was designing the tactics, he was still at the Genuine Force Middle Level, and now he was at the True Martial high grade. He was not at his last breath, so Chi Long's injuries were naturally much heavier than he had imagined.

"Let's go!"

Chi Long only said one word.

"Feng Ting, consider yourself lucky today, we have a long way to go!"

Leaving behind the words filled with hatred, Chi Jian supported Chi Long and flew into the carriage, leaving quickly.

"Junior Brother, are you alright?" Ding Chundong flew in front of Feng Ting.

The others had also come over. Looking at the blood on the front of Feng Ting's clothes, and looking at Feng Ting's pale white face, they all felt extremely uneasy in their hearts.

"I won't die." Although Feng Ting was powerless, he appeared to be very relaxed.

"Go in." Li Wan held onto Feng Ting's arm the entire time.

"Yes."

Thus, everyone followed Feng Ting into his room and placed him on the bed.

Feng Ting said to Li Wan: "Let old mister Ping in."

Li Wan understood Feng Ting's intention and immediately called for help.

Chu Zhongqiu said to Feng Ting: "Junior Brother, Chi Jian left a message before he left, he will come again."

"I know." Feng Ting nodded.

"Junior Brother, we have to prepare this early." Chu Zhongqiu reminded.

"Didn't I already get old senior Ping to come forward to discuss it?" Feng Ting said.

After Chu Zhongqiu heard this, he suddenly realized.

Everyone else also felt something was amiss. Although everyone didn't really like the Qi Cang Sect, there seemed to be no other way.

The door was opened, and Ping Jian walked in. The others felt that Feng Ting had something to say to Ping Jian, so they all left. Everyone felt that Feng Ting was about to do something, so they all went to pack up.

Ping Jian looked at Feng Ting, his old and sickly face had a smile written all over it.

"If you want Li Wan to go to Qi Cang Shan, you must promise me three conditions." Feng Ting sat up powerlessly.

"Lie down and talk." He said.

Feng Ting did not lie down. Instead, he got off the bed and stood calmly in front of Jian Shan.

If it was said that Feng Ting was ambushed the other time, he did not see it with his own eyes. In that case, during this competition, he had personally witnessed Feng Ting being hit continuously by Chi Long. Let alone a young martial artist, even if Feng Ting was a Primary Grade cultivator of the dangling lake, he would still be severely injured. However, even though the Feng Ting in front of him had an ugly expression on his face, his aura seemed to still reveal his indifference and calmness.

He felt that a person with heavy injuries would not be able to make his aura so calm and his demeanor so indifferent.

Feng Ting wanted to let Ping Jian know that even though he was injured and would rely on the Qi Cang Sect for protection, he would never ask the Qi Cang Sect for protection.

He said calmly, "First, Li Wan will not enter any disciple in the Qi Cang Sect for the time being, and it will be the same for me."

Once he heard these words, he smiled with some difficulty: "If you don't want to become a disciple of anyone, how can you be considered a disciple of the Qi Cang Sect?"

"Think of it as an outer disciple who is subordinate to the functional hall." Feng Ting suggested.