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It was a middle-aged man with a stern expression. He wore a green robe, and there wasn't a single trace of aura flowing from his body. He looked no different from an ordinary person. However, no one would underestimate this man who could walk down from the sky slowly without using any strength. Furthermore, everyone knew that what Hong Ling was facing right now was an inhuman existence.

When the middle-aged man landed at a certain height, he stopped his descent. He floated quietly in midair, and was only forty to fifty meters away from Hong Ling and the others. He looked at Fengya's guards who were all killed by Hong Ling the moment the battle ended and sighed. It was obvious that he also felt pity for the death of these Peng's pride level experts. He looked at the enormous body of the Spirit Demon Roc that Hong Ling had stepped on and sensed that it was still alive.

"Human, you have already defeated my Young Lord. Can you release him?" His tone was calm and his face showed neither anger nor haughtiness

"Who are you?" Hong Ling stood on top of Fengya's head and asked the man in a neither haughty nor humble manner.

"The Roc Clan of Darknorth, the tenth protector elder of Lord Feng Xiao, Feng Chen!" Feng Chen's tone was calm, but it carried a trace of undetectable pride.

Hearing that, Hong Ling nodded his head, with a casual wave, he kept the ten Sorrow Spirit s that were stuck in Fengya's body. He bent his body and leaped, jumping down from Fengya's gigantic head, and gently landed on the ground. The youth didn't even look at Feng Chen, who was currently pressing his hand on Fengya to check his injuries. Instead, he brought the three young cultivators with him and headed deeper into the forest. He couldn't sense Feng Chen's specific cultivation level, but because there were Yanhuang Mirror in his body, he knew that Feng Chen was a cultivator that had just stepped into the fourth level of cultivation. This was a Greater Demon that was comparable to the early stage of the refinement of Human Clan, if it was not absolutely necessary, Hong Ling did not wish to clash with him.

Feng Chen sent his divine intent into Fengya's body to carefully inspect his injuries. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes. A trace of killing intent flashed across his eyes.

"The Young Lord has been crippled!" Feng Chen casually released waves of refined Demonic Power and retracted Fengya's Spirit Demon body, transforming into a human body. He casually took out a golden pellet and placed it in Fengya's mouth, using his own Demonic Power to catalyze the medicine. Very quickly, Fengya slowly woke up. He tried to move his body a bit, but suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he became dispirited.

"Feng Chen, my cultivation!" "My cultivation …"

Seeing him like this, Feng Chen shook his head and didn't say anything to console him. Fengya's cultivation had been crippled, although there were some rare medicine in the Royal Family that could help him recover, but once he returned to his clan, he would lose the qualifications to obtain the throne. The loser, has never been fit to ascend the throne, can only become a vassal. This was not only the law of survival for the Beiming Peng, but also the law of survival for other demon races.

"Young Lord, do you have any other wishes? If you do not, follow me back to the clan. To you, staying here is meaningless! " Feng Chen knew that he was very cruel to Fengya at the moment, but as the loser, Fengya had to have the awareness of a loser. Otherwise, if he wanted to stay here forever, what was the difference between him and a dead person? It wouldn't be too much to say that rare medicinal herbs that could recover their cultivation were incomparably precious. And within this Profound Yellow Realm, all of these spirit medicines were practically extinct. If Fengya wanted to find the spirit medicine to recover his cultivation in this world, it would be unrealistic, and Peng Clan would not allow it.

"Elder Chen, my wish is very simple!" Fengya's face revealed a fierce look, "I want him dead! I'm going to kill him myself! As long as that Unique Aristocrat from Human Clan dies, I will immediately return with you to the Northern Nether Pengs to seek forgiveness! "

"I understand, as you wish!" Feng Chen casually waved his hand in the air, and a huge crack appeared in space instantly. He used the Demonic Power to protect Fengya and brought him in.

"Hmm?" Hong Ling, who was in the midst of three Human Clan Cultivators who were flying about in the dense forest, frowned and stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and stared intently at the space behind him.

"Brother Hong, what's wrong?" The three cultivators suddenly stopped and walked over as they asked.

"You guys go first. Don't look back." "Remember, no matter what happens, do not turn back!" Hong Ling watched as a layer of ripples gradually spread out in the air. After that, Feng Chen and Fengya's figures slowly walked over with eyes filled with seriousness. "Leave, if you don't leave now, you'll die here!"

The three cultivators gritted their teeth, looked at Hong Ling's figure, then at Fengya and Feng Chen, the two of them appearing, and a look of determination flashed past their eyes.

"Brother Hong, thank you for saving my life. I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot leave!" A young cultivator of Human Clan took a step forward, turned his head, and faintly smiled at Hong Ling. Brother Hong, you still don't know my name, right? My name is Qing He! "

A resolute expression appeared on Qing He's face. He waved his hand with his back facing the three remaining people, as if he was bidding them farewell.

"Qingyue and Qingyang, your big brother will be leaving first. I'll leave brother Hong to you!" Nothing must happen to him until all of you are dead! " The Authentic Qi on his body combusted, and rushed towards Feng Chen and Fengya who were slowly walking towards them.

Hong Ling's expression changed. He was about to rush over when Qingyue and Qingyang tightly grabbed his arms, wanting to bring him along and run deeper into the forest.

"Brother Hong, quickly leave. Big Brother will help us stop that middle-aged man. Don't let down his good intentions!"

I can't stop him. He's a cultivator of the Void Refinement Dao. Even if any of you wanted to detonate and buy time for me to escape, you wouldn't be able to stop a Void Refinement cultivator!" Hong Ling shook his head. With a jolt of his zhenqi, he deflected the arms of Qingyue and Qingyang. "In a flash, he appeared behind Qing He and knocked him out with a palm strike, then threw him backwards.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I've decided to stop him myself!" Hong Ling smiled slightly, "Oh yes, I've remembered your names. We'll meet again in the Great Chu Empire!"

Hong Ling casually waved his hand, and three streams of energy entered the foreheads of the three people of Qing He's group, instantly activating the Century-round Meridian's Sacred Imprint in their shrine. Qingyang and Qingyue, who were carrying Qinghe, didn't even have the time to speak before they were transported out of the forest. The youth turned around and looked at Feng Chen, who was slowly walking over. His eyes were filled with seriousness.

"Interesting little imps. They can actually reject the good intentions of their own kind and even send them away. What a righteous person!" Feng Chen didn't bother to hide the admiration on his face, "But why? Wouldn't it be better if you ran away by yourself? I'm curious, how did you discover the imprint that I left on your body? "

Hong Ling did not pay attention to him, but instead, looked at the pale Fengya, a trace of killing intent flashing past his eyes.

"Fengya, if you want to kill me, is it your idea, or the idea of the person beside you?"

Fengya's face instantly turned sinister. He laughed, until even tears flowed from his eyes.

"Whose idea? Hahaha, you're already on the verge of death, and you still care about this. Hong Ling, are humans as realistic as you? " He continued to laugh maniacally, but it seemed as if his internal injuries were affected. Suddenly, he lowered his head and started to cough uncontrollably, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Alright, since you want to know, I'll make you understand. I was the one who told Feng Chen to come find you, but he won't kill you. He will first cripple your cultivation, and then let me cut you into ten thousand pieces! "

"Is what he said true?" Hong Ling frowned, looked at Feng Chen who was quietly standing by the side, and tilted his head as he asked.

Feng Chen very seriously nodded his head. He did not side with Fengya, nor did he attack him directly. He seemed to have a very good upbringing, and would only kill after his own Young Lord finished speaking.

"I am only following orders, I hope that Sir Hong Ling does not blame me. In the underworld, Feng Chen will definitely offer Young Master a cup of strong wine as an apology! "

Hong Ling nodded, as if he did not want to refute Feng Chen's words, but chose to focus his gaze on Fengya, with a dark golden fire appearing in his eyes.

"Fengya, I spared your life with good intentions, and now you still dare to come looking for me. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

"Kill me?" Fengya acted as if he had heard the funniest joke, "I'm standing right here, what can you do to me? In front of an early stage Void Initiation stage cultivator, do you think you can even touch a single hair on my head? "

Hong Ling shook his head, he casually took out the Sorrow Spirit Sword and carelessly touched it, the Sorrow Spirit immediately ignited with the dark golden lightning fire. He threw the sword into the air, and with a thought, Sorrow Spirit turned into ten, and fell towards Fengya. The same move was launched towards Fengya. However, at this moment, beside Fengya, there was another Great Cultivator that cultivated the Void Unity Stage.

Feng Chen raised his head to look at the many swords descending from the sky and casually snapped his fingers. Crack! Crack! Crack! The ten swords fell into an invisible quagmire and began to buzz. They were trapped by an invisible force and locked in the air.

"Young man, don't think of anything else. I don't want to fight you, so, if you are willing to cripple your own cultivation, I am willing to ask Young Lord to spare your life! " Feng Chen's tone was as casual as ever, it was clear that he was calm and graceful.

"What if I insist on killing him?" Hong Ling sneered.

"In that case, I am very sorry. I will have no choice but to make a move and cripple you completely!" Finished speaking, Feng Chen raised his right hand and grabbed at Hong Ling. A huge palm condensed from Demonic Power s instantly grabbed towards Hong Ling.

The youth stood motionlessly on the spot, allowing the palm imprint to envelop him. His expression was incomparably calm, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him. Even that huge palm did not cause any ripples in his eyes.

Fengya's face was full of excitement and bloodlust, and he was even trembling slightly from excitement. Soon after, this youth that beat him down the divine altar, this lowly human that destroyed all of his pride, was going to land in his hands and listen to his commands. How could he not be crazily happy?

"Quick, cripple him. Then, give him to me. Let me torture him to death!"

Fengya was frantically staring at Hong Ling's figure, when he saw Feng Chen suddenly turn his head and stare at him. In his eyes, the Hong Ling that Feng Chen had conjured up had instantly shattered into a cloud of mist. He was in a daze, and a hand patted his shoulder lightly.

"Prince Fengya, are you looking for me?" Hong Ling's tone carried a trace of coldness, and like a ghost, it sounded next to Fengya's ears.

"Young Lord, be careful!" Feng Chen shouted and was about to charge over. However, Hong Ling only grabbed at him in midair, and instantly, a huge flame cage trapped him inside.

Swish! Swish! Swish! The trapped Sorrow Spirit continued to fall towards Fengya. The first sword pierced through his mind, shattering his consciousness. The smile on his face still carried an indescribable craziness, but he slowly turned into a small mountain like Peng.

Chi chi chi chi. The ten longswords all descended, slicing the enormous Peng into pieces. Feng Chen's eyes were filled with hatred, as he stared unwaveringly at Fengya who was instantly incinerated into nothingness by the flaming sword beams, a dense killing intent appeared in his eyes for the first time.

"Human, you deserve to die!"