Chapter 60: Li Wuji's Killing Intent

Chapter 60: Li Wuji's Killing Intent

"I am the Quasi-Sect Heir of Qi Sha Hall. You may call me Han Ming."

The black-clad young man's pale and gloomy face still wore a strange smile, but his eyes flickered with a chilling, eerie light that sent shivers down one's spine.

"What do you want?"

Chen Feng showed no surprise. After all, judging by the other's attire, it was clear he was most likely a disciple of Qi Sha Hall—though his exact identity had been unclear until now.

Moreover, given the young man's extraordinary movement technique, it was no surprise he held the title of Quasi-Sect Heir.

"Chen Feng, not long ago, I witnessed quite the spectacle of fellow disciples turning on each other. If word of this were to spread to others in the sect—or even back to the sect itself—what do you think would happen?" Han Ming grinned unnervingly.

"A fine story," Chen Feng replied, his expression unchanged as he spoke calmly. "But there’s no need to repeat it next time."

"Heh heh heh..." Han Ming let out a bizarre laugh. "Interesting, interesting. Who would’ve thought the so-called Inverse Mortal Body of the Huntian Sect would be such an amusing person. Or... do you intend to deny it?"

"Whether I admit it or not, what does it matter to you?" Chen Feng countered.

"Even a Quasi-Sect Heir won’t escape consequences for slaughtering three fellow true disciples," Han Ming continued with his eerie grin. "If you want me to keep quiet, fine—but you must agree to three conditions."

"Easily done," Chen Feng suddenly chuckled, taking a leisurely step forward. "Not just three conditions—even thirty, or three hundred, wouldn’t be impossible to agree to."

As he spoke, he took two more steps.

Then, in an instant, he erupted into motion. His eyes turned icy and razor-sharp, a thread of killing intent flashing within them.

His figure blurred as he accelerated to his utmost limit. The Flowing Cup Sword left its sheath in the same instant, its blade condensed with the extreme sharpness and dominance of the Huntian Sword Force, propelled and unleashed by the sheer might of his formidable physique.

A killing intent of the highest degree locked onto Han Ming.

First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

The Sword Strikes Without Return!

Han Ming’s pale, gloomy face froze mid-grin. Only when that terrifying, bone-chilling killing intent pressed down on him did he realize just how fearsome that sword strike truly was.

Before that blade, he couldn’t help but feel as though evasion was impossible.

As though resistance, too, was futile.

If struck, he would be slain in an instant.

Only now did Han Ming understand—this so-called Inverse Mortal Body truly had the potential to defy the heavens.

After all, he himself possessed a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait.

A Mortal Body capable of rivaling a peak Saint-Grade Divine Trait—was that not heaven-defying?

In this world, living beings were countless, beyond reckoning. Among them, those born with Innate Divine Traits were an exceedingly rare minority—less than one in a hundred thousand.

And among those with Innate Divine Traits, those who possessed a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait were one in ten thousand.

In other words, among the Ten Great Powers, each year’s recruitment of new disciples often numbered in the tens of thousands. Yet those with any form of Divine Trait amounted to only a few dozen or a few hundred at most—and these were already filtered from a pool ten times larger or more.

As for those with Saint-Grade Divine Traits, they were vanishingly few.

A thin, razor-straight sword light shot forth, cleaving the world into stark contrast. Only that single blade’s radiance remained, eclipsing all other brilliance.

In his shock, Han Ming’s originally elusive figure blurred like mist, instantly retreating.

The sword light slashed through, directly cutting apart the misty, illusory haze.

However, Han Ming had already retreated several meters, evading the slash of that sword. Yet, the razor-sharp edge, mere half a meter away, sent a chill down his spine.

"Chen Feng, you can't kill me." Han Ming's figure had already transformed into a shadowy blur, flickering like a ghost as he fled at an astonishing speed. His cold, eerie voice lingered in the air as if refusing to dissipate: "Remember, you owe me three conditions. If you refuse to acknowledge them, you know the consequences."

With that, Han Ming swiftly vanished into the distance.

Chen Feng sheathed his sword, making no attempt to pursue—he couldn't match that speed.

He frowned slightly, never expecting that his sudden, unexpected First Form of the Juejian Sword Art would miss its mark.

"It seems my current strength still isn't enough to dominate the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm," Chen Feng mused inwardly.

If he were truly invincible at this level, Han Ming would never have been able to dodge that strike.

One sword, certain death.

Even if he were the most agile disciple of Qi Sha Hall, it wouldn't have mattered.

"Still, I feel like my comprehension of the First Form of the Juejian Sword Art has reached a critical juncture. If I can break through, there will be a qualitative transformation."

Unfortunately, this wasn't the place for deep contemplation, so he had to set it aside for now.

"Han Ming is a problem, though..."

Chen Feng's thoughts shifted as he pondered.

Regardless of the reason, the fact remained that three True Disciples—Ye Yunqi and the others—had died by his sword.

If this news reached the Huntian Sect, even as a Quasi-Sect Heir, he wouldn't escape unscathed.

Killing fellow disciples was the gravest taboo.

Unless... no one knew, or there was no evidence to prove it.

"Next time, I must ensure Han Ming's death."

Setting aside his thoughts, Chen Feng continued onward, still searching for the elixir of longevity.

The Hidden Dragon Valley didn't appear particularly large, but the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm it contained seemed like a world of its own—vast and boundless.

In the blink of an eye, another half-day passed.

Chen Feng found more spiritual herbs, including not just High-Grade Spiritual Herbs but even Top-Grade ones.

However, he found nothing beyond Top-Grade.

Along the way, he also engaged in several life-and-death battles.

One formidable enemy after another fell to his sword.

Some were from the Heavenly Arms Sect, others from Juejian Palace and Tian Dao Sect, and even disciples of Tianyuan Sacred Land.

Killing enemies, absorbing their divine traits.

Chen Feng reaped some benefits as well.

His strength and foundation had grown by 50% compared to when he first entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

An increase from 30% to 50% might not seem significant, but Chen Feng was now confident he could kill Han Ming in a surprise attack.

After continuous battles, Chen Feng's energy was considerably depleted, forcing him to pause and recover.

Fortunately, with the fourth level of the Huntian Sword Body as his foundation, the recovery speed of his Huntian Sword Force was astonishing. Coupled with the Divine Talisman Of Creation's aid in refining pills, within just a quarter of an hour, his nearly exhausted Force was fully restored.

"Chen Feng, I've finally found you."

A cold, arrogant voice rang through the air, sounding somewhat familiar.

Chen Feng immediately turned.

There, striding toward him, were Li Wuji, Zhao Kuang, and a blue-haired young man clad in a blue robe.

Chen Feng's gaze swept past Li Wuji and Zhao Kuang, landing on the blue-haired young man clad in a blue robe. His long azure locks swayed with each step, resembling a celestial river cascading from the heavens, exuding an inexplicable aura of dominance.

Chen Feng's pupils involuntarily contracted.

This person... was none other than Lan Junhe, one of the Saint Candidates of Tianyuan Sacred Land, a disciple from the previous generation who possessed the top-tier Saint-Level Heavenly River Bloodline Divine Trait. His cultivation had reached the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

Lan Junhe walked with his hands clasped behind his back, his movements as light and fluid as if treading upon water. His handsome face bore a faint, enigmatic smile, and his profound eyes locked onto Chen Feng, exerting a palpable pressure upon him.

"Senior Brother Lan, this is Chen Feng, the Quasi-Sect Heir of the Huntian Sect," Li Wuji immediately clasped his hands and addressed Lan Junhe. "Last time, I was defeated by his sword. This time, I wish to personally crush and kill him here. I seek your permission."

"Hmm." Lan Junhe remained indifferent, his hands still behind his back as he gave an almost imperceptible nod. His aloof demeanor was like that of a sovereign passing judgment.

"Chen Feng, last time you bested me by a single sword stroke. This time, I will reclaim that victory," Li Wuji snarled at Chen Feng, his arrogance undiminished. "And more—I will end your life here and now. Prepare yourself!"

As his words fell, black radiance surged between Li Wuji's palms, and a black spear materialized in his grip. The Force of his Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm erupted in a mighty torrent, his skin taking on a deeper bronze hue than months prior—clear evidence of his heightened cultivation. Simultaneously, his Black Flame Force erupted without restraint, enveloping his body before swiftly channeling into the black spear.

A terrifying wave of scorching heat instantly radiated outward, distorting the air within several meters of the battlefield. The intensity of this heat far surpassed what he had demonstrated months ago, proving that Li Wuji had further unlocked the potential of his divine trait during this time.

Boom!

With all his power unleashed, Li Wuji's eyes blazed with black flames. Without hesitation, he erupted into motion, his entire body streaking forward like a meteor of black fire, crossing over a dozen meters in an instant. His spear, carrying an overwhelming killing intent, descended upon Chen Feng with devastating force.

This spear strike was unstoppable.

This spear strike was absolute annihilation.