Chapter 153: Zifengs Display of Power, Who Wants to Taste My Fist?

Chapter 153: Zifeng's Display of Power, Who Wants to Taste My Fist?

"Excellent! Well done, Little Feng! Hahaha..."

It was Duanmu Qingshan who finally broke the silence.

As Duanmu Qingshan witnessed Ling Feng's stunning swordplay, he felt as though all the blood in his body was about to ignite.

My disciple... just how monstrously talented is he? Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

Even Duanmu Qingshan's keen eyesight couldn't comprehend the swordsmanship displayed just now.

When he came to his senses, Luo Yan's head was already severed from his body.

The elders, stewards, and disciples of the Wenxian Sect all stood in shock, but then a glimmer of hope sparked in their eyes. Perhaps, today, the Wenxian Sect would be spared from annihilation!

The cloudy pupils of Elder Yao cleared slightly.

Could it be that Duanmu's disciple could truly rescue the sect from this unprecedented crisis?

"You insolent brat!"

Blood Red Garment squinted. His entire body started radiating killing intent, sweeping over the rest of the crowd. "Kid, it seems you've grown tired of living!"

"Hmph!"

Ling Feng snorted sharply. His gaze was as chilling as winter water, sweeping over all of the enemy cultivators without the slightest hint of weakness.

With a tremor, Ling Feng's Eradicator of Realms shook in his hand as he uttered in a chilling tone, "Anyone else who dares to try? Whoever moves, I'll kill them!"

Although his complexion was somewhat pale and his breath slightly erratic, he remained upright, his entire demeanor resembling a sharp-edged sword and exuding unparalleled fierceness. Even the bloodthirsty thugs who were licking their blades were momentarily startled by Ling Feng's imposing presence.

Who could withstand the force of that sword strike just now?

None!

None could withstand it!

Ling Feng's sword moved too swiftly, like a gazelle's horns. It was impossible to follow.

That footwork, that swordsmanship...

Just seeing the bloody head on the ground served as a warning to all: challenge Ling Feng, and die.

"Worthless, all of you are worthless!"

Seeing his subordinates standing still like turtles made Blood Red Garment seeth with frustration.

A little brat who hadn’t even grown out of his diapers managed to scare off these notorious outlaws?

"Well done! What a promising junior of the Wenxian Sect!" Blood Red Garment's gaze turned cold, eyes narrowing in a mocking smirk. "Kid, it seems I have to intervene personally!"

His gaze, like a bloodthirsty serpent, icy and cruel, sent shivers down one's spine.

Zifeng's colossal form towered at least thirty feet tall, its fists resembling large cauldrons; a single blow from it could easily reduce someone into minced meat.

Confidence surged within the members of the Wenxian Sect.

"Goodness, I never knew Senior Ling Feng had such a formidable spirit pet!"

"A demon lord expert! This is almost like having a king among us!"

The elders and stewards of the Wenxian Sect were left utterly dumbfounded.

They finally understood why Ling Feng had remained so indifferent throughout this entire situation; having a demon lord as a spiritual companion made the Transformation Realm opponents seem insignificant!

"Truly, appearances can be deceiving, and one cannot measure the sea with a bushel!" Duanmu Qingshan's heart churned with shock, recalling how he had underestimated Zifeng upon first sight.

Little did he know, that "small creature" could transform into a demon lord!

Elder Yao couldn't contain his tears. "Heaven does not forsake the Wenxian Sect! Heaven does not forsake us!"

With a demon lord expert present, the Four Evils of the Bloody Night were nothing but trash!

Clang!

Ling Feng’s sword hummed. He stood tall on Zifeng's shoulder, engulfed in flames. His gaze was disdainful, resembling a fiery war god.

"Master, Zifeng, each of you handle one Transformation Realm opponent. As for that Blood Red Garment, leave him to me!"

"Elders and disciples, deal with the remaining enemies! Let's vanquish them together!"

Ling Feng's command spurred an immediate response from all those present.

"Attack!"

A thunderous roar reverberated, shaking the heavens, and even causing the seasoned experts among the Four Evils of the Bloody Night to feel uneasy.

Li Liang, Yang Wei, and the others were filled with regret; they had believed that siding with Blood Red Garment would spare their lives, but it had led to this outcome!

Numerous elders and disciples of the Wenxian Sect surged forward, instilling fear in the underlings of the Four Evils of the Bloody Night.

"What's with the panic?" The third Evil of the Four Evils of the Bloody Night swung his blade and charged into the fray. "Damn it, you’re all just a bunch of ants!"

"Hmph, your opponent is me!" In the following moment, a chilling intent locked onto the third Evil. It was Duanmu Qingshan who stepped forward, his sword striking out to intercept the Third.

"Zifeng, I entrust the last remaining Transformation Realm opponent to you. Though you're not a true demon lord, handling him shouldn't pose too much difficulty, right?" Ling Feng turned to Zifeng, his tone nonchalant.

"Master, you underestimate me too much. Hehe, I'll drain his life essence dry!"

Zifeng laughed out loud before launching himself upward like a cannonball.

Given his immense size, fighting on the ground risked injuring allies.

With his abilities, he only needed to harness the earth's flames to restrain the second Evil of the Four Evils of the Bloody Night, and then effortlessly drain the opponent's life essence to secure victory.