Chapter 48: Do You Want to Live or Die?

Chapter 48: Do You Want to Live or Die?

"I'll kill you!"

With an intense glare, the Broken Sword Elder fixed his gaze on Ling Feng. Not far below, the lifeless body of Di Jingtian lay, blood pooling around him in a vivid crimson.

The crimson blood stirred an endless surge of murderous intent within Broken Sword Elder!

The disciples of the Wenxian Sect nearby were visibly shocked, their expressions turning pale one by one. The menacing aura enveloping Broken Sword Elder seemed tangible, a level of intensity far beyond anything they had ever experienced.

Retreating repeatedly!

The disciples of the Wenxian Sect trembled in fear. One could envision the immense pressure Ling Feng confronted at this moment, standing against the overwhelming aura of the Broken Sword Elder.

However, Ling Feng displayed no hint of fear. Instead, he provocatively locked eyes with Broken Sword Elder, gesturing towards himself with a crooked finger. "Enough blabbing, old geezer. If you've got the guts, go ahead and finish me!"

“Die!”

A surge of sword qi engulfed the surroundings, unleashing a forceful wind in all directions!

In the Broken Sword Elder's hand, a jet-black sword quivered with a resonant hum.

His strength existed on an entirely different level compared to the deceased Di Jingtian. With a single swing, the world lost its color. The ominous sword qi nearly materialized, unleashing a frenzied onslaught akin to a tempest of pear blossoms in a violent storm.

"Repay my disciple with your life!"

The Broken Sword Elder roared, and to prevent anyone from intervening, he channeled all his strength into the strike. Even if Elder Qing Yun confronted this move, there would be no outcome other than a fatal end.

A subtle tingling sensation crawled over Ling Feng's scalp. Undoubtedly, confronting such a formidable opponent was no easy matter. Nevertheless, he had his own life-saving trump card!

In the moment the sword qi surged towards him, Ling Feng retrieved the sect leader's token. A faint light flickered on the token, releasing a burst of golden sword qi.

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Bang, bang, bang!

Two streams of sword qi erupted right in front of Ling Feng. Swiftly, the golden sword energy completely crushed Broken Sword Elder's black sword qi.

The radiance gradually dissipated, and Broken Sword Elder was seen forcefully spitting out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying backward. In contrast, Ling Feng stood firm, completely unharmed.

Yet, in the eyes of Broken Sword Elder, this smile appeared more detestable than even a devil.

After taking the life of his own disciple and then insisting on obtaining a sword and a manual, it's hard to find a more shameless individual under the heavens.

"I'll hand them over, I'll hand them over!" The Broken Sword Elder conceded entirely, retrieving a long sword and a yellowed sword manual from his dimensional spirit ring. He muttered resentfully, "These are what you want."

"This sword?" Ling Feng glanced at the upper-grade mystical weapon the Broken Sword Elder produced. While it exuded a chilling radiance and had a formidable sword aura, it still paled in comparison to the jet-black sword wielded by Broken Sword Elder.

"An upper-grade mystical weapon is too precious. I won't take advantage of you. I'll simply take that dark, seemingly worthless scrap of metal from your hands," Ling Feng declared. Without hesitation, he swiftly seized the sword from Broken Sword Elder, also claiming another sword manual.

"I! I!" Broken Sword Elder was infuriated, almost on the brink of spewing blood. His sword, named Abysmal Inkblade, also an upper-grade mystical weapon, had undergone over a decade of meticulous forging and refinement. Now, it subtly approached the threshold of becoming a treasured weapon due to his dedicated craftsmanship.

Even with ten upper-grade mystical treasure swords, the value couldn't match that of a single Abysmal Inkblade!

"What? You feel it's not sufficient yet?" Ling Feng grabbed the upper-grade mystical sword as well, chuckling. "I didn't expect such generosity from the elders of Liuyun Sword Sect. I'll gladly take it. You're welcome to visit Wenxian Sect again anytime!"

After speaking, Ling Feng, holding a sword in each hand and a manual under his arm, casually left Broken Sword Elder behind. With a confident stride, he headed towards Little Bamboo Peak.

With this superior yellow-tier sword technique manual, I won't need to borrow any more manuals from the scripture depository. What a rewarding journey this has been!

"Damn brat!"

Broken Sword Elder roared internally. Overwhelmed by furious rage, another mouthful of blood gushed out wildly.

Observing the Broken Sword Elder lying on the ground and then looking at Ling Feng's retreating figure, the disciples around couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

Poor Broken Sword Elder, having lost his disciple, endured severe injuries, and was now being driven to such a state by anger...

Better not mess with Ling Feng!

During that moment, many regarded Ling Feng as the top figure not to be messed with.

At this moment, elders from the main peaks, Li Liang among them, finally arrived, late to the scene.

Observing the lifeless body of a Liuyun Sword Sect disciple on the ground and a senior Liuyun Sword Sect elder spitting blood while holding his chest, Li Liang furrowed his brows deeply and asked, "What exactly is going on here?"

Elder Qing Yun sighed with a bitter smile and began, "Senior Brother Li, let me explain what happened..."