Chapter 74: Slaying Han Ming

Chapter 74: Slaying Han Ming

At the rainbow light-woven gateway within the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, the three factions—the Nangong Imperial Clan, Zhenwu Sacred Land, and Tianyuan Sacred Land—had stationed themselves under the leadership of their respective Saint Sons, forming a triangular blockade around the entrance.

Scattered around them were members of various super first-class powers.

No one could bypass them from any direction.

Not even a fly.

Time passed slowly.

Yet, the three Saint Sons waited with unwavering patience.

So what if Chen Feng had gotten his hands on the saintly herb first?

He couldn’t refine it.

Even they, bearers of God-Grade Divine Traits, couldn’t refine it directly. It had to be taken back and processed through various methods step by step—otherwise, they would explode from the overwhelming energy.

A mere Mortal Body, no matter how capable, could never compare to a God-Grade Divine Trait.

"Why hasn’t he arrived yet?" A Twelfth Transformation Body Forging Realm cultivator from Tianyuan Sacred Land frowned.

Glancing at the Time Disk, less than an hour remained before the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm closed.

"He’s here! He’s coming!"

A sudden exclamation drew all eyes. The expressions of the three Saint Sons darkened slightly.

So, those they had sent to pursue him had failed. He truly had some skill.

But this ends now.

Chen Feng strode forward, calm and composed.

After slaying Lan Junhe, he had gone on to kill seven or eight Eleventh Transformation Body Forging Realm cultivators and one Twelfth Transformation expert. The Divine Talisman Of Creation continued to Devour their divine traits, granting him a sliver of their power, further strengthening his foundation and overall strength.

Now, even without activating the Sword Unity Realm, Chen Feng was confident he could swiftly defeat opponents of Lan Junhe’s caliber.

And when he did employ the Sword Unity Realm, he could sustain it for even longer.

This was his confidence.

"Junior Brother Chen!" Yuan Hualong hurried over from another direction.

"Senior Brother Yuan," Chen Feng responded, gratitude in his tone. Had Yuan Hualong not intervened back then, facing Lan Junhe would have been a deadly ordeal.

Since then, Yuan Hualong had consistently shielded him.

Perhaps it was merely his duty as a Sect Heir Candidate, but Chen Feng had undeniably benefited from his protection.

Yuan Hualong’s expression was complex.

He never expected Chen Feng to be the one who secured the saintly herb.

"Junior Brother Chen, listen to me. The Hidden Dragon Secret Realm is about to close. When it does, we’ll rally the other disciples and charge together," Yuan Hualong said gravely. "You focus on breaking through—you must escape the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. Leave the rest to me."

"That’s right, Senior Brother Chen. Leave everything else to us."

The other disciples of the Huntian Sect stepped forward, their faces resolute.

At this moment, they were ready to stake everything.

A certain radiance in their expressions stirred something inexplicable in Chen Feng.

"Senior Brother Yuan, fellow disciples, there’s no need for this," Chen Feng replied after a deep breath. "Human life is more precious than heaven itself. We of the Huntian Sect should not sacrifice ourselves for a mere saintly herb. After all, only the living have hope."

"Junior Brother Chen, what do you plan to do then?" Yuan Hualong frowned and pressed.

"Senior Brother and fellow junior brothers, just watch." Chen Feng did not give a direct answer but instead smiled as he strode toward the rainbow light portal.

"Chen Feng, hand over the saintly herb, and we’ll spare your life," a Quasi-Saint from the Zhenwu Sacred Land immediately roared.

"If I say I didn’t obtain the saintly herb, you surely won’t believe me," Chen Feng replied with a faint smile, speaking unhurriedly. "Fine, I admit it—I did obtain the saintly herb. It’s right here."

As he spoke, he revealed the ring on his finger—black with gold inlays—none other than the Huntian Space Ring.

Instantly, all eyes burned with greed, fixated on the Huntian Space Ring.

That the saintly herb was stored within the Huntian Space Ring was expected and unsurprising.

"The Nangong Imperial Clan, the Zhenwu Sacred Land, and the Tianyuan Sacred Land—you all want the saintly herb. Who should I give it to?" Chen Feng asked with a smirk.

"Enough nonsense. Don’t think this trick will make us turn on each other," a Quasi-Saint from the Nangong Clan retorted sharply.

The three Saints remained silent, but their thoughts were the same.

"Then what should I do?" Chen Feng remained unbothered that his "scheme" had been seen through. It wasn’t some profound stratagem—just straightforward and simple. Yet sometimes, straightforwardness worked just fine.

"There’s only one saintly herb. I want it, and so do you. Since I’m outmatched, I can only give it up. But the question is—who should I hand it to?" Chen Feng continued with a smile. "No matter who I choose, I’ll offend the other two factions, which is disadvantageous for me. So perhaps I shouldn’t give it to anyone. Or better yet, I could destroy the saintly herb. That way, no one gets it, and fairness is restored."

His words immediately caused expressions to darken.

If the herb were destroyed, all their efforts would be in vain.

"What do you propose?" the Nangong Saint asked calmly, his voice smooth and composed.

"Three conditions," Chen Feng said, sweeping his gaze across them, unfazed by the sharp and hostile stares. "First—"

"Chen Feng, before you state your conditions, how about fulfilling the three conditions you promised me first?"

A mocking voice suddenly rang out. Then, a ghostly figure appeared about twenty meters away, his pale face and shadowed eyes fixed on Chen Feng.

Han Ming, the Quasi-Sect Heir of Qi Sha Hall!

Chen Feng had intended to kill him earlier when he threatened him, but his strength had been insufficient at the time, allowing Han Ming to escape. Afterward, he hadn’t found the right opportunity. Now, the man had the audacity to reappear and threaten him again.

"Han Ming, you assassinated three of my fellow disciples from the Huntian Sect—Ye Yunqi, Zhao Guangji, and Lin Han—yet you still dare to show your face before me?" Chen Feng roared with fury, then feigned sorrow. "Pity those three junior brothers, who were ambushed and killed unjustly upon entering the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. As their senior brother, I swear to avenge them and cut you down with my sword, offering your head to appease their spirits."

Chen Feng’s words, brimming with rage, left Han Ming stunned.

Yuan Hualong and the other Huntian Sect disciples were equally dumbfounded.

Everyone knew of the enmity between Ye Yunqi and Chen Feng.

And everyone knew Ye Yunqi had been traveling with Zhao Guangji and Lin Han.

But all three perished, and Chen Feng claims it was Han Ming's doing...

This is indeed worth pondering.

"It wasn’t me—you’re lying!" Han Ming’s self-assured plan was instantly disrupted by Chen Feng, leaving him flustered as he reflexively defended himself. "Clearly, you were the one who killed them!"

"After murdering them, you dare shift the blame and use it to threaten me..."

Chen Feng cut him off mid-sentence, drawing his sword in a sweeping strike.

Han Ming’s expression twisted in alarm, and without hesitation, he pushed his movement technique to its limits, darting away like a ghost.

He knew full well that in a one-on-one fight, he stood no chance against Chen Feng.

Chen Feng’s words and the strange gazes from those around them nearly made him spit blood in fury.

"Stop this!"

The three Twelfth Transformation Body Forging Realm cultivators from Qi Sha Hall roared, surging forward to intervene.

"You killed my fellow disciples of the Huntian Sect—you deserve death!" Yuan Hualong bellowed, joining the fray.

"Listen well, members of the three Sacred Lands," Chen Feng’s voice rang out. "If you want the saintly herb, my first condition is to restrain Qi Sha Hall’s forces. I will settle this life-and-death matter with Han Ming alone."

Otherwise, even if he entered the Sword Unity Realm and managed to kill the three Twelfth Transformation Body Forging Realm cultivators from Qi Sha Hall, the toll on his energy would be immense, jeopardizing his next move.

"Qi Sha Hall, stand down!" The Tianyuan Saint suddenly commanded, his voice laced with undeniable authority.

"Let them resolve their grievances between themselves," the Nangong Saint added with a light chuckle.

"If anyone interferes, our Zhenwu Sacred Land will not stand idly by," the Zhenwu Saint declared.

It wasn’t that they were letting Chen Feng dictate terms—rather, they wanted to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.

This was confidence.

The confidence to suppress all variables, certain that no matter what Chen Feng attempted, it would unfold within the palm of their hands.

For a moment, the three Twelfth Transformation Body Forging Realm cultivators from Qi Sha Hall paled, their faces contorted with hatred and fury. Yet they had no choice but to halt—if the three Sacred Lands intervened, they would be utterly crushed.

"Han Ming, let this grudge be settled today..."