CHAPTER 181: CHAPTER 181: CHALLENGING CHEN HEI FENG!

"Then I’ll go with you." Cang Nanyue still felt uneasy and struggled to sit up.

"Stay here and don’t move!" Luo Feng firmly held Cang Nanyue down, his brow furrowed as he said sternly, "If you go out now, you won’t be helping me; you’ll only be a distraction!"

Startled by Luo Feng’s sudden harsh tone, she couldn’t recall the last time anyone had dared to speak to her like that since becoming the dean of Changxin Academy in the Red Maple Lead.

This guy... how dare he shout at me... Cang Nanyue glanced at Luo Feng, momentarily taken aback.

"Just stay here and recover your strength as quickly as possible. I’ll handle things outside." Luo Feng, realizing he had been too impulsive, softened his tone. After all, she could be considered his semi-instructor.

Leaving that reminder, Luo Feng’s figure flashed, and he darted out of the cave.

Sitting on the stone platform, Cang Nanyue watched Luo Feng’s receding figure, her captivating eyes twinkling as she seemingly pondered how to express her current emotions.

He actually dared to speak to me like that, after I was so worried about him...

Unnaturally pursing her lips, Cang Nanyue suddenly gave a bitter, yet beautiful smile. To think that I, Cang Nanyue, would one day be lectured by my own student...

Gazing towards the cave entrance, Cang Nanyue hesitated for a moment, a flicker of anxiety in her eyes. She stood up from the stone platform and cautiously walked towards the mouth of the cave.

She had taken only a few steps when the angry shouts from outside suddenly intensified. Cang Nanyue frowned slightly and stopped.

Biting her red lip, an ice-cold, sword-like glint flashed in Cang Nanyue’s beautiful eyes. "Black Ming Sect! Chen Hei Feng! If anything happens to Luo Feng, when I get out of here, I swear I’ll make your entire sect flow with blood!"

With Luo Feng’s strength, he should be able to hold out against the severely injured Chen Hei Feng for a short while, but not for long. I must recover my strength as quickly as possible and go help him...

Slowly exhaling, Cang Nanyue suppressed the urge to go out and check, sat down cross-legged, and focused all her effort on refining the medicinal power coursing through her body.

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In the canyon outside the cave, a dense crowd of figures stood, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

At their head was a man in a blood-spattered black robe. His left arm was missing, and a shocking wound marred his abdomen. He looked exceptionally wretched; it was none other than Chen Hei Feng, who had been injured by Cang Nanyue’s Sword Intent.

"Lord Black Wind, there’s no movement. Could it be they’re not inside?" a black-robed Martial Artist inquired.

Chen Hei Feng snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on the cave with murderous intent. "I’ve already sensed them. They’re definitely in the cave! Follow me in. If I don’t kill that woman today, this hatred in my heart will never be appeased!"

As he spoke, Chen Hei Feng glanced at his severed arm, his eyes glinting viciously, radiating a brutal aura.

"There’s no need for you all to come in."

Just as Chen Hei Feng was about to lead his men into the cave, a clear voice drifted out from within.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and a tall, black-haired young man carrying a long saber appeared at the cave entrance.

Seeing Luo Feng appear, the surrounding black-robed Martial Artists’ faces filled with anger.

For half a day, they had pursued Luo Feng into the core region of the Ghost Howl Forest. Of their nearly one hundred men, fewer than sixty remained; the others had all become food for Demon Beasts.

"It’s you!" Chen Hei Feng looked at Luo Feng and sneered, "Brat, you and Cang Nanyue have been hiding in this cave, a lone man and woman. Were you two enjoying yourselves in there?"

I wish, Luo Feng thought to himself, Cang Nanyue’s alluring figure flashing through his mind.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng looked at Chen Hei Feng, reached for his Tiger Soul Saber, and stood firm at the cave entrance.

Everyone present immediately understood his intention.

"Brat, you intend to block my path?" Chen Hei Feng narrowed his eyes, his voice growing a few degrees colder.

"No one is getting in today." Luo Feng stood motionless, a cold sneer on his face. Positioned before the cave, his gaze was sharp, like a drawn sword.

Chen Hei Feng’s eyebrows twitched, undisguised fury written all over his face.

He didn’t know what rotten luck had struck him today. First, a formidable enemy who had comprehended Sword Intent suddenly appeared and severely injured him. Now, even a junior at the late-stage Seventh-Level Essence Storage Realm dared to speak so audaciously before him.

"Interesting, very interesting!" Instead of raging, Chen Hei Feng laughed, his cold gaze like that of a venomous snake. "Brat, you’ll soon regret those words!"

"That remains to be seen!" Luo Feng’s imposing manner didn’t yield in the slightest.

He had now reached the fifth level of his Teng Dragon’s Step and comprehended Teng Dragon’s Gang Qi. His Cultivation had also advanced to the late-stage Seventh-Level Essence Storage Realm. His strength had increased severalfold compared to a month ago.

Defeating an eighth-level Hell Realm expert was likely still impossible. However, Luo Feng was quite confident he could stall the enemy long enough for Cang Nanyue to recover her strength.

Chen Hei Feng’s face darkened completely. Losing his patience, he coldly commanded, "Kill him!"

The surrounding black-robed Martial Artists looked at Luo Feng, eager to move, yet no one dared to take the first step. The atmosphere became quite strange.

Luo Feng had killed more than ten seventh-level Essence Storage Realm experts that day. Combined with the losses they had suffered during the pursuit, these black-robed Martial Artists had already developed a deep-seated fear of him.

Seeing this, Luo Feng chuckled lightly, flourished his long saber, and said to Chen Hei Feng, "It seems you’ll have to handle this yourself after all!"

"You are not yet qualified for me to act personally." Chen Hei Feng remained unmoved. As Master Zhang, a prominent figure in the Demon Sect, fighting a mere late-stage Seventh-Level Essence Storage Realm junior was indeed beneath his status.

Moreover, the injuries on his body were only temporarily suppressed. If he expended too much Yuan Qi, it was very likely to aggravate his wounds.

Waving his hand, Chen Hei Feng’s tone grew sterner. "Whoever kills him will be rewarded with a third-grade Spirit Pill and a high-grade Yellow Rank Martial Arts manual! If anyone dares not step forward, I will personally send him on his way!"

WHOOSH!

Upon hearing this, the auras of the surrounding black-robed Martial Artists instantly sharpened like blades.

Setting aside Chen Hei Feng’s threat, the allure of a third-grade Spiritual Medicine and a high-grade Yellow Rank Martial Arts manual alone was enough to make them disregard life and death.

"Let’s attack together and kill him!"

"That’s right! He’s just a late-stage Seventh-Level Essence Storage Realm cultivator. Nothing to fear!"

"Kill!"

Stimulated by the reward, dozens of black-robed Martial Artists revealed their murderous intent and charged forward.

Men die for wealth, as birds die for food. It’s indeed true. Unfortunately, no matter how hard ants try, they can never harm an elephant, Luo Feng thought, shaking his head as he watched the black-robed Martial Artists rushing towards him.

BOOM!

With a sweep of his Tiger Soul Saber, a chilling saber light transformed into a Grim Reaper’s scythe, instantly cutting down several of the black-robed Martial Artists who charged at the forefront.

The others were greatly shocked. They hadn’t expected Luo Feng to be so overwhelmingly powerful even when facing so many of them at once!

"All together!"

Roars of anger resounded. Streams of ferocious Gang Qi swept in, sword shadows crisscrossed, and fists and feet like mountains all rushed towards Luo Feng.

Luo Feng laughed heartily, utterly unfazed.

"Evil Qi Rises to the Sky!"

"Three Slashes of the Sky Slayer!"

"Evil Cloud Five Poles!"

Facing the dozens of onrushing Martial Artists, Luo Feng’s aura blazed. Instead of advancing, he retreated, his Tiger Soul Saber humming as he repeatedly unleashed the Sky Slayer Saber Technique. The resulting saber beams were incomparably ferocious; each flash was accompanied by cries of agony.

Having spent the day hiding and fleeing with Cang Nanyue, Luo Feng had long suppressed a simmering rage, and now was the perfect time to vent it.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Gang Qi unleashed by the black-robed Martial Artists shattered under Luo Feng’s Tiger Soul Saber.

He already possessed the strength to contend with a Martial Artist at the peak of the Seventh-Level Essence Storage Realm.

Now, his Tiger Soul Saber had been refined by Cang Nanyue into a first-rank, high-grade Spirit Weapon, and his Cultivation had also advanced to the late-stage Seventh-Level Essence Storage Realm. Below the eighth level of the Hell Realm, he was practically invincible!

Incessant screams of pain echoed. In an instant, nearly ten black-robed Martial Artists lay dead beside the cave.

"Everyone, attack together! Don’t give him a chance to dodge! AARGH!" An onlooker with sharp eyesight, realizing that no one could match Luo Feng in one-on-one combat, quickly cried out a warning.

Before he could finish speaking, his vision blurred, and his entire head was sent flying.

"This guy is terrifying! Even with so many of us attacking together, we can’t harm him at all!"

The Martial Artists further back watched Luo Feng stride through their comrades as if no one else was there, expressions of horror dawning on their faces.

As Disciples of the Demon Sect, they were not ignorant of powerful and ruthless individuals.

However, this was the first time they had ever seen someone like Luo Feng, who, with only late-stage Seventh-Level Essence Storage Realm Cultivation, could slaughter a group of similarly leveled experts, leaving them utterly powerless to retaliate.

"All of you, fall back!" Suddenly, a cold shout echoed through the canyon.

Watching Luo Feng harvest his subordinates’ lives as if cutting grass, Chen Hei Feng finally could not remain still any longer.

Gazing at Luo Feng, Chen Hei Feng’s face was so grim it looked as if water might drip from it.

He had seen that Luo Feng only possessed late-stage Seventh-Level Essence Storage Realm Cultivation and hadn’t paid him much heed. However, he had never imagined that this teenager, merely fifteen or sixteen years old, concealed such ferocious strength!

Dozens of seventh-level Essence Storage Realm experts couldn’t lay a finger on him.

Of course, if the battle continued, Luo Feng would eventually exhaust his Yuan Qi and die from depletion.

But Chen Hei Feng had no more patience to wait.

Although Cang Nanyue had been struck by his Great Black Dark Palm, if she had precious healing Spiritual Medicine, she could recover at any moment.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

As the sound of their retreat echoed, the remaining black-robed Martial Artists fell back as if granted amnesty.

Luo Feng also paused, his eyes filled with unprecedented gravity as he watched Chen Hei Feng. His Yuan Qi surged within him, ready to be unleashed.

"Brat, you’ve earned the right for me to act! Now, die!" Chen Hei Feng had long harbored murderous intent. Stepping out from the retreating crowd, he attacked immediately.

His figure flickered continuously as black flame Gang Qi erupted from his body, tracing a dark trajectory in the air. He unleashed a palm strike imbued with the force of wind and clouds, aiming to envelop Luo Feng.

"With Master Black Wind personally taking action, this brat is dead for sure!"

"He deserves to die! He killed so many of us!"

"My brother died too! After Master Black Wind kills him, I’ll pulverize his corpse and scatter his ashes!"

The surrounding black-robed Martial Artists clenched their teeth, staring at Luo Feng with hatred.

Luo Feng paid no heed to the comments. Chen Hei Feng was a Spiritual Rotation Realm expert, demanding his full attention. Luo Feng circulated his Yuan Qi to its limits; his stance became as firm as a mountain. His Tiger Soul Saber slashed out, creating a three-meter-high, gigantic saber beam!

"Insignificant trick!" A hint of disdain flickered in Chen Hei Feng’s eyes. His aura surged once more as he reached out with his palm, directly grabbing at the saber beam.

CRACK!

The enormous saber beam was caught by his hand. It cracked and then shattered into nothingness!