Martial Arts Overlord

"Luo Feng, don’t think that just because you wounded me, you can be arrogant. I broke through to the True Yuan Realm half a month ago, and I was just playing with you earlier. Killing you is as easy as flipping my hand!"

Leng Feifan’s figure floated in mid-air, looking down at Luo Feng as if evaluating a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

As he spoke, he lowered his stance, crossed the twin blades behind his back, and his eyes locked firmly on Luo Feng, as he exhaled a blue breath. Instantly, the majestic True Yuan exploded, and around him erupted strands of condensed blue light.

The blue light did not dissipate but instead intertwined in the void, gradually transforming into a giant blue crow.

The giant crow was nearly six to seven meters high, its feathers vivid and lifelike, with blood-red eyes emitting a malevolent and vast aura, giving the impression of an ancient beast’s descent, terrifying to behold.

"This is the Blood Crow Green Underworld Technique of the Blood Flower Tower!"

Looking at the blue giant crow behind Leng Feifan, someone exclaimed in shock: "The Blood Crow Green Underworld Technique is a lower grade earth-level cultivation technique, rumored in the martial world that when Leng Feifan kills, no one has ever seen his true form, only the passing crow, which is why he is called the Green-faced Blood Crow."

"A lower grade earth-level cultivation technique! Coupled with his first level True Yuan Realm strength, Luo Feng is doomed to lose this time."

"Leng Feifan seems to have a strong killing intent towards Luo Feng. If I were him, I would surrender immediately."

The other competitors participating in the ranking tournament were also observing the scene. Seeing the blue giant crow emitting an evil aura in the air, Yang Wanyi’s eyes flickered, and she raised her voice:

"Luo Feng, surrender quickly!"

"Too late! Thousand Feather Blood Crow Slash!"

Leng Feifan grinned hideously, his twin blades suddenly disappearing into the void. Simultaneously, the crow behind him had its pupils flash blood-red, unleashing a terrifying aura with a roar, as many seemed to hear a fierce screech.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...

As Leng Feifan swung his twin blades, streams of blue light poured down, transforming mid-air into countless blue blood crows, overwhelming Luo Feng.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

Immediately, earth-shattering noises erupted one after another, as if doomsday had arrived, submerging half of the Ascending Dragon Platform, with some streams striking the blue barrier around the platform, causing ripples to appear.

At this moment, Luo Feng’s figure was completely obscured, only the endless blue light was visible.

"Amazing, this is Leng Feifan’s true power; his strength is enough to compete for the top three new dragons." Watching Leng Feifan seemingly merged with the blue giant crow in the air, many were in a daze.

"I feel this slash’s power is equivalent to a Martial Artist at the pinnacle of the Four Spirit Rotations Realm, at full strength. Don’t know if Luo Feng can withstand it."

"Definitely can’t withstand it. No matter how powerful Luo Feng is, he is only a Martial Artist at the pinnacle of the Four Spirit Rotations Realm. It would be a blessing if he manages to survive."

On the Hundred Dragon Pillars, Yue Haitang, Lin Hongyi, and others looked grim. Yang Wanyi’s pupils flickered with traces of dark golden flames as she watched the half of the Ascending Dragon Platform covered by the blood crow’s attack.

"Luo Feng..."

In the Extreme North Land of the North Sea waters, Bing Ruolan stood up, her gem-like eyes unblinkingly watching the reflection on the ice wall, her clasped hands trembling slightly.

A hundred slashes!

Three hundred slashes!

Eight hundred slashes!

The powerful Blood Crow Slashes seemed endless, as if they would swallow everything.

As everyone speculated whether Luo Feng was still alive, a sudden change occurred.

"Luo Feng, take another move from me, Ghost Shadow Ten Flashes!"

Before one move was completed, Leng Feifan’s eyes flashed with murderous intent, he shouted, his figure suddenly bursting apart, within a space of several hundred meters, his figure appeared everywhere.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...

Everywhere his figure moved, Blood Crow Slashes shot out, like a storm, covering vast areas below with no gaps, the momentum even greater than before.

This scene left everyone stunned.

"Too cruel, it’s clear Luo Feng has already lost, yet he continues."

"Leng Feifan surely doesn’t want to give Luo Feng a chance to surrender."

"Luo Feng is in grave danger this time, unknown if his body will remain. With his talent, he was destined to be someone powerful in the future, yet he falls here. What a pity..."

Watching the Ascending Dragon Platform covered by the Blood Crow Slashes, everyone sighed regretfully, thinking Luo Feng was in grave danger.

"Stop!"

Yang Wanyi could bear it no longer and prepared to intervene in rescue, but before she could condense the Nine Suns Burn Demon Clothes, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended, locking her in place, rendering her immobile.

"Once you step on the Ascending Dragon Platform, your life and death are your responsibility. No meddling!"

The Floating Snow Hall Master stood in the void, coldly shouting.

Shui Qingcheng stood nearby, shook her head at Yang Wanyi, and transmitted, "Calm down, Luo Feng won’t be defeated so easily."

Yang Wanyi was slightly taken aback, then calmed her aura, directing her gaze to the platform.

In a courtyard on a small island, Qing Ling stood by the window, her small hands gripping the window ledge, her bright eyes staring at the scene of the duel reflected on the sea.

Crack!

A crisp sound, the window ledge crushed by Qing Ling, the ground somehow dampened in a large area, tears like broken pearls rolling down Qing Ling’s small face.

"Master... Master... he killed Master... he killed Master..."

An empty voice echoed in the room, and suddenly the space around Qing Ling began to twist, as if this space was collapsing.

Crack, crack...

The space shuddered slightly, instantly causing the courtyard to crack with large fissures, spreading throughout the entire garden.

Bam!

Yingkui was knocked back a few steps, lifted her head to glance at Qing Ling, and her gaze changed.

At this moment, Qing Ling’s eyes were hollow, and there were countless shadows in her pupils, as if a black hole, tempting anyone to become engulfed.

"Not good, awakening!"

Without any hesitation, Yingkui activated the Demon Eye, revealing a blood-tinted cross in her pupils, her figure flashed, appearing eerily behind Qing Ling.

Rumble!

The clear sky suddenly unleashed a massive purple thunderbolt, shattering the courtyard into pieces.

This thunderbolt did not dissipate but instead rose again into the sky, with two figures faintly visible inside, shooting away at lightning speed.

Above Group Dragon Island, the six Golden Palace Hall Masters simultaneously raised their heads and exchanged glances.

In the next instant, the six appeared deep in a small island, looking at the scene below, each of their faces changed.

Below, within a hundred-meter radius, the houses, trees, and land had vanished entirely, leaving only a pit over ten meters deep.

The ground inside the pit was charred black, with remnants of purple currents, crackling the air, wandering erratically, and leaving pitted marks wherever they touched the ground, shocking to behold.

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