"Kid, this move will be your end, Sweeping the Army!"
Wan Qikong roared, leaping high into the air, blasting a large hole in the roof above. The blade in his hand, held aloft, unleashed an extremely sharp blade energy!
Following this, at an extremely tricky angle, it descended towards Yang Fei.
Yang Fei, however, had locked onto Wan Qikong's form. He took two steps back, assuming the starting stance of Tai Chi.
This was an attempt to take the opponent's blow head-on!
Wan Qikong's long saber cleaved down, his peripheral vision glancing towards Ling Feng.
With this saber strike, Wan Qikong intended to kill both Yang Fei and Ling Feng!
"Grasping the Sparrow's Tail!"
Yang Fei smiled faintly, his voice ethereal, and then surprisingly closed his eyes.
At this moment, a Yin-Yang fish pattern seemed to appear beneath his feet.
As the long saber slashed towards him, he shifted his body slightly, raising his hands to grasp the air, and inexplicably seized Wan Qikong's blade.
"Empty-handed disarming? How is this possible! That's Wan Qikong, the Hundred Feet Saber!"
A Grandmaster expert exclaimed.
Then another person shouted ferociously, "Hundred Feet Saber! Sweeping the Army, the blade energy of this move hasn't even erupted yet, this kid wants to use force to neutralize force, he's courting death!"
Clearly, someone knew the terror of Wan Qikong's move.
Wan Qikong, however, was momentarily stunned by the soft, yielding energy surrounding Yang Fei, instantly concluding that Yang Fei's martial cultivation was no lower than his own!
This saber strike felt like sinking into quicksand, impossible to extricate himself from. Wan Qikong unleashed his brute strength with all his might!
*Swish!*
The blade energy indeed expanded instantly, stretching for dozens of meters.
But just before the blade energy erupted, Yang Fei suddenly unleashed his hard and soft energy, shifting the descending blade a mere three inches to the side.
Only three inches, yet it affected the trajectory of the blade energy by half a meter!
*Screech!*
The entire floor was cut apart. From the outside, at least a corner of three floors was sliced off, plummeting from a hundred meters high.
And the cut was only three inches away from Ling Feng.
Ling Feng, however, remained unfazed, clearly not taking Wan Qikong's previous killing move seriously. He said coldly, "Three moves!"
"Impossible!"
Wan Qikong landed on the ground, letting out a furious roar filled with unwillingness, and of course, boundless fear.
Yang Fei, on the other hand, grinned ferociously, killing intent surging in his eyes. He twisted his body, his elbow like a drill, and drove it directly towards Wan Qikong's chest!
"Third move! Drunken Soldier, Heart-Crushing Strike!"
*Bang!*
A muffled thud echoed. The fierce blade energy surrounding Wan Qikong instantly shattered. After landing, he staggered back three steps.
Then, the entire scene fell into silence!
Although it was only for a second, for everyone present, it felt like an eternity.
*Bang!*
Wan Qikong's back clothes suddenly burst open.
The energy from Yang Fei's previous strike had finally fully penetrated!
"Qi Transformation... Perfection... I..." Wan Qikong spoke with difficulty, blood seeping from his lips, before collapsing to the ground. After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, he became still.
"Dead... he's dead?"
"Grandmaster Wan is actually dead!"
The several Hua Jin Grandmasters surrounding Lei Qianjun were struck dumb, crying out in horror!
This outcome was something they had never even dreamed of!
Three moves!
In just three moves!
The renowned Grandmaster Wan Qikong, the Hundred Feet Saber, had been slain!
And this person looked no older than twenty. If this news spread, it would be dismissed as a joke, unbelievable!
Even for those who witnessed it firsthand, it still felt like a dream, a nightmare of endless terror.
Yang Fei slowly retracted his stance, the fighting spirit on his face fading. Then, like a machine, he turned and walked behind Ling Feng.
The surroundings were now completely exposed to the night wind, yet the figures of Ling Feng and Yang Fei remained unmoving in the breeze.
"Your subordinate has fulfilled his mission!" Yang Fei bowed, reporting back.
"Three moves, not bad."
Ling Feng also smiled faintly, offering a word of praise.
Yang Fei's spirits lifted upon receiving Ling Feng's commendation.
It was only then that Lei Zhengtang and the others were jolted awake from their nightmare.
*Plop!*
Lei Zhengtang directly knelt on the ground, staring at Ling Feng in utter horror, his body trembling uncontrollably. His complexion suggested he could collapse from sheer terror at any moment!
Behind him, the executives of Wuhu Group, including Lei Haoxuan, slumped to the ground, wanting to flee but unable to move their feet.
Among those present, only Lei Qianjun remained seated.
However, his face was deathly pale. It wasn't that he was composed, but rather that his advanced age, coupled with such a shock, had rendered his legs too weak to stand!
"How could even Wan Qikong fail to kill this Yang Fei?" Lei Qianjun's heart pounded with extreme anxiety. He felt the aura of death gradually consuming him.
At this moment, Ling Feng slowly stood up, his hands behind his back, and walked step by step towards the people of Wuhu Group.
Although he exuded no discernible aura, he still made everyone present feel an immense and terrifying pressure.
*Plop!*
The Hua Jin Grandmasters could no longer hold on and knelt to the ground one by one.
Such powerful individuals had been offended by them. If the latter were to become enraged, they would surely perish. Their only hope now was to beg for mercy to save their lives!
But before these people could wail and beg, Ling Feng spoke indifferently.
"The one-month deadline has seven days remaining! Whether you cling to life, or fight back desperately, either is permissible!"
His voice seemed to emanate from the depths of hell. Everyone opposite lowered their heads in terror, not daring to meet Ling Feng's gaze!
*Ding!*
The elevator doors opened!
Ling Feng entered with Yang Fei!
The two figures disappeared!
A full five seconds passed before the Hua Jin Grandmasters tremblingly stood up.
"My life is saved!"
"Let's go!"
With trembling voices, these martial arts powerhouses fled in disarray.
No matter how much money Wuhu Group offered them, they would never again risk their lives for them.
This was truly a matter of life and death!
In the blink of an eye, only the Lei family remained, looking at each other in dismay.
They couldn't believe they were still alive, yet they truly felt the cruel indifference with which Ling Feng had toyed with them like a mouse.
It turned out that no matter how they struggled, they were merely prolonging their agony!
"It's useless! No matter how you resist or retaliate, it's all futile!" Lei Haoxuan, being young, had never before witnessed the terrifying power of Ling Feng firsthand and had fallen into despair.
"Shut up!"
Lei Qianjun roared, causing everyone to tremble.
Then, Lei Qianjun stood up, leaning on his cane.
"Second Uncle!"
Lei Zhengtang quickly stepped forward to support him, only to be pushed aside by Lei Qianjun.
"Zhengtang, bring out the Thousand Spirit Pearl!" Lei Qianjun commanded coldly.
Upon hearing this, Lei Zhengtang's entire body trembled. "Second Uncle, the Thousand Spirit Pearl is our clan's treasure, this..."
"Hmph, do you want to die along with the Thousand Spirit Pearl?" Lei Qianjun interrupted before he could finish, his voice sharp.
"The Thousand Spirit Pearl has miraculous effects on martial cultivation, and it's even rumored to allow one to break through to the realm of Land Immortals! Only the Thousand Spirit Pearl can now lure the Dragon-Slaying Immortal Master out of seclusion! This is our only chance!"
Lei Qianjun took a deep breath and issued his command, word by word: "Zhengtang, you and Haoxuan will bear the pressure from Lingtian Group! I will take the Thousand Spirit Pearl and Wan Qikong's corpse, and ascend to Wolong Island again!"