The system's notifications kept ringing in Qin Feng's mind. In just a few breaths, Qin Feng had earned 13000 Hedonist Points.
After the Eighteen Shaolin Bronze Men were destroyed, the progress bar for Qin Feng's Killer Book advanced significantly. Now, he had raised the Killer Book to level 3. Looking at the progress bar, Qin Feng estimated that he would be able to raise the Killer Book to level 3 after killing another ten people.
"Brat Qin Feng, you are seeking death!"
"Rumble!"
While Qin Feng tortured and killed Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Bronze Men, Yuan Zhen's Invincible Golden Body was completely activated. When he saw the Shaolin Temple disciples lying on the ground, Yuan Zhen's eyes turned bloodshot. He was like a crazed beast. With one leap, he arrived above Qin Feng's head and quickly swung his palms. Palm-generated wind howled, and it was as if an incredibly ferocious storm had arrived.
"Crackle!"
A strong wind blew in the air, and thunder rumbled.
Many of the incoming ancient martial art practitioners felt dizzy from the powerful aura released by Yuan Zhen. The Sonorous Thunder Palm was like a ferocious tiger. Now, Yuan Zhen's inner Qi kept bursting forth like it was free of charge. The Sonorous Thunder Palm overlapped with each other. More than ten palms overlapped as they flew towards Qin Feng.
"Bang!"
Qin Feng had no intention of clashing head-on with Yuan Zhen after he activated his Invincible Golden Body. He frantically darted through the forest, dodging the attacks. "Bang!
Bang! Bang! "
The Great Thunder Palm continued to descend, narrowly brushing past Qin Feng's body and landing on the ground or trees. Trees snapped in the middle and crashed to the ground, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Large craters appeared, scaring everyone so much that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
"You little ant! If you have the guts, don't just run. Come and fight me head-on." Yuan Zhen sent out dozens of palm strikes, but none of them landed on Qin Feng. This angered Yuan Zhen so much that he cursed loudly.
"You bald donkey, do you not want to live anymore? Activate your Invincible Golden Body. Do you think I'm stupid enough to die with you? It's been a long time since you last played. Is your brain damaged? "Qin Feng would not fall for Yuan Zhen's provocation. Instead, he provoked Yuan Zhen.
"Ahhhhhh … Qin Feng, today, either you die or I die. I, Yuan Zhen, swear in front of everyone that I don't want the treasure on this brat. If anyone can help me capture Qin Feng, I'll help that person's faction take away Qin Feng's Blue Grade Spirit Weapon."
After chasing Qin Fen for a while, Yuan Zhen discovered that his speed was equal to Qin Fen's. He could not catch up to Qin Fen quickly. Qin Fen had forced Yuan Zhen into a corner. He actually took the initiative to give up on the treasures on Qin Fen. The moment Yuan Zhen shouted those words, the various factions below immediately became restless. All of them wanted to help Yuan Zhen.
"Sect Master, with Master Yuan Zhen's help, we might really be able to take Qin Feng's blue-grade Spiritual Tool … Please order our Quick Saber Sect brothers to attack together." A Quick Saber Sect disciple looked at the South Sea Saber Monarch anxiously.
The South Sea Saber Monarch wore leather Battle Armor and held a saber that was as tall as he was. He looked very awe-inspiring. After hesitating for a while, the South Sea Saber Monarch swung his saber at Qin Feng. "Quick Saber Sect's people, attack!"
Soon after Yuan Zhen spoke, some sects came to help. The other sects became like ants on a hot pan, unable to decide what to do.
"Wudang Sect disciples, heed my command! Set up the thirteen sword formations and assist Master Yuan Zhen in capturing Qin Feng!" Wudang Sect's Zhang Duanya could no longer hold back. He raised his sword and took the lead to charge into the battlefield.
Ten-odd flying sabers tore through the air, all targeting Qin Feng. It turned out that the Flying Saber Society's members could no longer wait, so they all started attacking Qin Feng.
More and more factions chose to help Yuan Zhen capture Qin Feng. However, most of the factions held back, preparing to observe for a while longer.
"Priestess Heartless, let's make a move as well. Otherwise, it will be difficult to snatch him later!" The Emei Sect's green-clothed priestess frowned slightly, feeling extremely anxious. Priestess Heartless gently swept the horsetail whisk in her hand, sweeping away the dust on her body. Then, she said indifferently, "Emei Sect disciples, heed my command. We will hold back and let both sides suffer. Qin Feng is at the peak of the Eighth Stage Inner Qi. How can he be captured so easily?"
…
"Hahaha! Qin Feng, let's see where you can run to today. Even if you grow wings, you won't be able to escape! " Seeing that six or seven factions had come to help him, Yuan Zhen grinned from ear to ear. His attacks became even more ferocious. Thunder rumbled continuously in the sky, causing birds and beasts to scatter and flee.
"Rumble!"
"Rapid Berserk Saber!" The South Sea Saber Monarch had already arrived beside Qin Feng. The saber in his hand swung down, and a massive saber Qi surged forward, shaking the surrounding trees.
"Hehe! Qin Feng, I'll let you have a taste of the Wudang Sect's thirteen sword formations." Seeing that Qin Feng was being surrounded, Zhang Duanya smirked. At the same time, the longsword in his hand danced rapidly, assisting everyone in their attacks.
In an instant, an overwhelming number of attacks crashed toward Qin Feng. There were saber Qi, sword Qi, flying sabers, axes, and everything else. Qin Feng's brows furrowed tightly. He could already feel the thick aura of death rapidly approaching him. With no time to think, Qin Feng leaped and dodged a small portion of the attacks. His figure rose into the air, and he quickly struck with both hands. Balls of intense Destructive Fire whizzed toward him.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! The fireball was huge, and it descended from the sky. It scared everyone so much that they could not react. The martial artists who were hit by the Destructive Fire did not even have the time to scream before they were burned to ashes. Although many people were not hit, they were already dumbfounded by the terrifying might of the Destructive Fire. They even forgot to continue attacking Qin Feng.
"A Demonic Cultivator? Qin Feng is a Demonic Cultivator? "Someone in the crowd exclaimed, followed by all sorts of screams of terror.
"This is not a Demonic Cultivator. How could a Demonic Cultivator's flames be so powerful that they can instantly burn people to ashes? This is clearly a Demonic Cultivator's Corpse Qi Flame … Qin Feng is a Demonic Cultivator. He's actually a Demonic Cultivator? "
"No wonder he could recover from his broken limbs and serious injuries. This is clearly a Demonic Cultivator's cultivation method. Only a Demonic Cultivator can do this!"
Qin Feng was clearly a Martial Cultivator. First, he was mistaken for a Demonic Cultivator, and now, he was even being dragged to the Demonic Cultivator. Hearing these discussions, Qin Feng was also speechless. However, he could not be bothered with everyone's perception of him. Qin Feng took advantage of this opportunity to wave his palms continuously. Balls of intense flames shot out and instantly turned seven or eight martial artists into ashes.
"Retreat! People of the Quick Blade Sect, retreat quickly! "
"Flying Blade Sect, listen up, retreat from the battle!"
"Damn, this stinking brat has been hiding his strength all along. I despise people who pretend to be pretentious the most." Madman Yang grumbled. He had no choice but to avoid Qin Feng and retreat far away from the battle circle.
Zhang Duanya also wanted to retreat with the Wudang Thirteen Swords Formation. Qin Feng leaped to the center of the Thirteen Swords Formation and smiled at Zhang Duanya. "Trying to run? Let's see where else you can run to. "
Zhang Duanya was scared out of his wits by Qin Feng. At this moment, both his legs were trembling slightly. However, Zhang Duanya knew that all the martial artists from the major factions were standing at the side and watching. He could not admit defeat on the surface. He could only brace himself and shout, "Hmph! Why should I run? Did you forget that at the entrance of Devil Beast Mountain, our Wudang Thirteen Swords Formation suppressed you to the point where you could not breathe? It was you who ran faster than a rabbit … Thirteen Swords Formation, attack! "
"Alright, I want to see just how powerful the Wudang Thirteen Swords Formation is!" Qin Feng laughed coldly. He stood in the center of the Thirteen Swords Formation and did not dodge at all.
The Wudang Thirteen Swords Formation formed a strange formation. The longswords in each of their hands were trembling non-stop. The swords hummed in all directions, causing the martial artists who were watching from afar to feel their ears ringing. Many people had already covered their ears, not daring to listen to the sound of the swords humming.
Qin Feng stood in the middle of the formation. The swords humming overlapped and resonated with each other. The frequency and loudness were the most intense, causing Qin Feng to feel dizzy.
"Kill!" Zhang Duanya kept staring at Qin Feng. When he saw that Qin Feng's consciousness was starting to blur, he immediately raised his longsword and stabbed forward.
The shadow of a sword flashed, piercing toward Qin Feng's throat at lightning speed. Just as the sword was about to land, Qin Feng turned around and casually swung the Spirit Snake Whip in his hand. Immediately, three Wudang Thirteen Swords fell to the ground.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! The bodies of the remaining ten Wudang Thirteen Swords Formation suddenly exploded. The Wudang Thirteen Swords Formation had been completely broken by Qin Feng's whip. Once the sword formation was broken, the Wudang Thirteen Swords Formation suffered a backlash. The attacks they had launched earlier all landed on their own bodies.
Rumble!
The deafening sound of the Spirit Snake Whip had just landed when thunder roared in the sky again. Monk Yuan Zhen, whose entire body was flashing with golden light, appeared in midair and sent two palm strikes at Qin Feng. The palm winds flashed with yellow light, and their auras were clearly much stronger.
"Old bald donkey, I'll fight it out with you!" Qin Feng had just broken the Wudang Thirteen Swords Formation and did not have any time to react. Since he could not dodge this palm strike, Qin Feng simply sent a fireball at Yuan Zhen.
"Pu!"
The Great Thunderclap Palm Strike was like a ferocious tiger. When it landed on Qin Feng's chest, it immediately sent him flying. Qin Feng vomited a mouthful of blood, and he felt the Sacred Azure Demonic Armor on him tremble slightly.
"Rumble!"
At the same time, the Annihilation Flame struck Yuan Zhen. The intense flames instantly enveloped Yuan Zhen, reaching more than three meters high. Yuan Zhen's figure could no longer be seen clearly; only the intense flames danced in the wind. No one knew whether Yuan Zhen was dead or alive.
"It's over. Yuan Zhen has probably been reduced to ashes already."
"He's dead for sure. He was burned to death!"
When the various major factions saw this scene, they were all incomparably shocked. They had seen how powerful Qin Feng's flames were. They could instantly turn cultivators into ashes. Now that Yuan Zhen was surrounded by the flames, everyone felt that he was dead for sure.
Yuan Zhen's palm strike had left Qin Feng in a terrible state. He fell to the ground, unable to get up. When Qin Feng saw the flames surrounding Yuan Zhen, he heaved a sigh of relief. He had finally dealt with the troublesome Yuan Zhen. As for the remaining factions, Qin Feng did not feel any pressure.
"Bang!"
Qin Feng had just relaxed when the sound of rushing wind came from the flames. A fireball shot out like a meteor, disappearing in a flash.
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