CHAPTER 176: CHAPTER 176: LATE STAGE OF THE SEVENTH LEVEL ESSENCE STORAGE REALM

"This kid is with that woman, let’s kill him!"

"Exactly, that woman seems hard to deal with. This kid looks delicate and handsome; he must be that woman’s lover! If we kill him, it will deflate her spirit!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Nearly ten figures darted towards Luo Feng with extreme speed, creating waves of power among the trees. All of them appeared to be Martial Artists of substantial caliber.

Chen Hei Feng and Cang Nanyue, two Spiritual Rotation Realm experts, were facing each other in a duel, leaving no room for others to interfere.

These black-clothed Martial Artists spotted Luo Feng and immediately harbored lethal intent.

Luo Feng retracted his gaze and looked towards the forest in front of him.

The battle between Cang Nanyue and Chen Hei Feng did not seem like it would end anytime soon, so there was no need to worry.

"One, two, three, four... seven, eight!"

Luo Feng’s right hand gripped the Tiger Soul Saber, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile.

Eight Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm Martial Artists. They sure think highly of me.

These eight black-clothed Martial Artists, all with impressive strength, were all experts of the Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm. Among them were even four at the peak of this stage.

Luo Feng was confident that he could challenge two or three peak experts of the Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm.

However, facing such a surge of skilled fighters, he still felt a shred of pressure.

Letting out a slight breath, Luo Feng stood tall, his eyes gleaming.

I’ve already reached the brink of a breakthrough. These Demon Sect disciples might just be the stimulus I need to overcome my bottleneck, emerge from my chrysalis, and advance to the next realm!

Luo Feng’s cultivation was already complete; he was just missing the catalyst for a breakthrough.

Watching the two Spiritual Rotation Realm powerhouses duel earlier had given him some insight. A crack had appeared in the bottleneck he had been unable to overcome, presenting an opportunity for a breakthrough.

Fortune is found in danger! This is extremely perilous, but it’s also an opportunity!

Facing the eight attacking black-clothed Martial Artists, Luo Feng took a deep breath. His heart was as calm as still water, and his spirit concentrated, resembling a sheathed, treasured blade!

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The eight Martial Artists tore through the air, arriving before Luo Feng in an instant.

"Look how stupid he looks! Could he have been scared senseless by our approach?"

"Definitely. A mere mid-stage Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm Martial Artist daring to venture deep into Ghost Howl Forest—he’s truly courting death."

"He must be regretting it now."

"Unfortunately, there’s no medicine for regret in this world..."

The eight Martial Artists closed in. Seeing Luo Feng standing rooted to the spot, they chatted casually, the mockery in their words unconcealed.

Luo Feng couldn’t stand it any longer. He flicked his saber, his cold gaze sweeping over the surrounding Martial Artists. "Do all you Demon Sect disciples only know how to run your mouths? If you want to fight, then fight. I have no interest in trading barbs with you."

"What!"

Hearing Luo Feng’s words, the faces of the eight Martial Artists immediately changed.

They had seen arrogant people before, but they had never seen one so arrogant when faced with such huge disparities in abilities.

All eight of them were Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm experts.

For Luo Feng, a mere mid-stage Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm Martial Artist, to say such things was simply outrageous arrogance!

"Kneel and kowtow! I might still grant you a quick death!"

A black-clothed Martial Artist with narrow eyes, killing intent glinting within them, said grimly, "Otherwise, I’ll make you wish you were dead but unable to die, beg for life but unable to live!"

Luo Feng casually glanced at him and declared loudly, "All of you attack together. Let’s not waste time."

"Impudent!"

"Arrogant!"

"Seeking death!"

The eight men were thoroughly enraged. They were all formidable experts in their own right; being slighted like this was unbearable.

"Little bastard, die!"

The narrow-eyed black-clothed Martial Artist stepped forward, his right hand, like an eagle’s talon, whipped up a fierce wind as it clawed towards Luo Feng’s face.

This claw attack was sinister and vicious. If it landed, even if it didn’t kill, it would likely disfigure and blind him!

"Hmph, ignorant!"

Although his opponent was a peak Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm expert, his cultivation two minor stages higher, Luo Feng was entirely unafraid. He stepped forward, and the Tiger Soul Saber let out a tiger’s roar, erupting with blade light.

SWISH!

The blade light appeared instantly before the black-clothed Martial Artist. Before he could react, his Protective Gang Energy shattered, and his outstretched right hand was cleanly severed at the wrist.

"My hand..."

The black-clothed Martial Artist let out a miserable scream that was cut short as Luo Feng’s saber sliced him in two.

"Ah! He killed Senior Brother Zhao!"

"How is that possible! Senior Brother Zhao is a peak Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm cultivator! How could this kid be his match!"

"This kid is strange! Let’s all attack him together and tear him to shreds!"

"Alright!"

"Black Mountain Fist!"

"Crazy Dog Eighteen Kicks!"

"Corpse King Step!"

The other Martial Artists nearby were greatly alarmed. Sensing the threat, the seven of them immediately unleashed their ultimate techniques, palm shadows overlapping and fist images like the wind.

In an instant, ferocious Gang Qi blotted out the sky and swept towards Luo Feng, kicking up sand and stones with terrifying momentum! The surrounding mountain wind died down, and the ground itself hummed and trembled.

Facing the combined assault of the seven, Luo Feng immediately felt the pressure.

However, the more intense the situation, the stronger the fighting spirit in Luo Feng’s eyes burned. Only this could achieve his goal of tempering himself and help him break through his bottleneck!

"Bring it on!"

With a deep shout, Luo Feng thrust the Tiger Soul Saber into the ground. His Jing Qi surged, his body seemed like a mountain, and his fists, carrying fierce Gang Qi, continuously punched out.

He didn’t use his Saber Technique; otherwise, it wouldn’t serve the purpose of training.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Gang Qi exploded repeatedly, cracking the ground. The violent wind whipped the surrounding trees, making them rustle loudly.

Luo Feng moved like the wind, his fists creating numerous phantoms as he charged head-on towards the seven Demon Sect disciples.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The seven Demon Sect disciples were sent flying as if struck by lightning. A few of the weaker Martial Artists even had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

"What’s going on? His cultivation is clearly only mid-stage Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm, so why is his Yuan Qi so abundant!"

The seven Demon Sect disciples stared at Luo Feng gravely, a hint of fear even showing in their expressions.

They had initially joined forces to besiege Luo Feng, but the moment they attacked, each felt as if they were facing him alone!

Facing a siege by seven Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm Martial Artists simultaneously is still too much of a strain. Unless I advance to the late stage of the Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm, then even against ten of them, I wouldn’t be afraid!

Luo Feng felt the faint taste of blood in his throat.

However, far from being dismayed, he was overjoyed.

Under the immense pressure, he felt the Yuan Qi in his body surging unprecedentedly, like a colossal wave crashing against the Meridian Wheel in his heart.

"Again!"

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Luo Feng ignored the churning Qi and blood in his chest and charged straight at a peak Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm Martial Artist.

"He’s injured too! Don’t hold back, everyone! Kill him!"

A sharp-eyed Martial Artist, noticing this, roared loudly.

The seven Martial Artists roared repeatedly, each unleashing their ultimate techniques to assault Luo Feng, their momentum even fiercer than before.

Luo Feng was fearless, employing Teng Dragon’s Step to continuously launch frontal assaults on the seven.

His Teng Dragon’s Step had reached the fifth stage, and his Light Martial Arts attainment had progressed further, far surpassing these Martial Artists. When pushed to its limit, he seemed to transform into seven figures, each attacking one of the seven opponents.

For a time, amidst a flurry of palm winds and fist shadows, the seven black-clothed Martial Artists surrounded Luo Feng, relentlessly attacking him.

Luo Feng relied on his Teng Dragon’s Step, dashing and weaving wildly, constantly blocking and counterattacking.

As time wore on, the seven Demon Sect disciples looked at Luo Feng, their eyes filled with a degree of horror.

The black-haired youth before them had withstood dozens of their combined attacks without falling. His eyes showed no fear; instead, he fought with increasing ferocity, his Jing Qi vast and mighty, his sharpness like that of a blade.

What kind of monster is this! He’s simply not human!

Terror filled the hearts of the seven, and they attacked even more fiercely, wanting to tear Luo Feng to pieces.

Suddenly, a peculiar fluctuation emanated from within Luo Feng’s body.

Luo Feng had endured dozens of combined attacks from the seven Martial Artists. He felt as if all the Yuan Qi in his body had transformed into clusters of fiercely burning flames, which finally converged in his heart.

Instantly, his heart was illuminated by these Yuan Qi flames, glowing brilliantly and becoming exceptionally clear. He felt as if he were emerging from a chrysalis, reborn, his spirit unprecedentedly condensed.

Vast Yuan Qi, several times stronger than before, surged out from his heart and coursed through his body.

Luo Feng could even feel the minor injuries his body had sustained rapidly healing.

Late-stage Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm!

Luo Feng’s eyes glinted with sharp light. He was like an unsheathed treasured sword, his sharp aura sweeping out wantonly. Whoever his gaze fell upon felt as if they were seen through.

"What’s going on!"

In the eyes of the others, Luo Feng’s aura surged relentlessly, like a majestic, perilous mountain peak—utterly irresistible and terrifying.

"Not good! He broke through!"

"Damn it! He was using us to cultivate! We actually helped him!"

"Retreat! This person’s strength is unfathomable! We need to call for more people to kill him together!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Sensing the change in Luo Feng’s aura, the seven Martial Artists were terrified out of their wits.

Just moments ago, when this youth was only at the mid-stage of the Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm, he was already that terrifying. Facing their combined assault of seven, he had only been at a slight disadvantage.

Now, his cultivation had advanced even further!

They couldn’t imagine to what extent his strength had grown.

Looking at Luo Feng, their will to fight vanished instantly. They retreated one after another, wishing they could leave this place immediately.

Luo Feng swiped his finger across his storage ring, and the Tiger Soul Saber appeared in his hand. A cold sneer touched the corner of his lips. "Die!"

The Tiger Soul Saber instantly slashed out three times. Three streaks of blade light howled forth, locking onto the seven men.

A series of screams rang out. Except for one peak Seventh Stage Essence Storage Realm black-clothed Martial Artist who had retreated fastest, the Protective Gang Energy of the other six shattered instantly, and they were slain by the blade light!

"Ah! You monster!"

The black-clothed Martial Artist who had narrowly survived, seeing his companions killed in an instant, turned deathly pale with fright. He tried to use Light Martial Arts to escape.

"You think you can escape?"

The black-clothed Martial Artist had just turned when a soft voice suddenly sounded beside him.

He looked back, his eyes widening instantly.

The black-haired youth, without him knowing when, had appeared a meter to his side!

"You..."

He had just uttered one word when the rest caught in his throat. Luo Feng’s right hand shot out and clamped around his neck.

CRACK!

Luo Feng’s Gang Qi pulsed. The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible. The black-clothed Martial Artist spat out a mouthful of blood, the light in his eyes gradually fading as he tumbled down like a discarded sack.

BOOM!

The ground caved in, forming a shallow, human-shaped pit. The black-clothed Martial Artist lay headfirst within it, his status—dead or alive—unknown.