Chapter 75: Playing Them Like Fools

Chapter 75: Playing Them Like Fools

Han Ming was the Quasi-Sect Heir of Qi Sha Hall.

Qi Sha Hall was most renowned for its ghostly movement techniques and assassination arts.

However, Han Ming was only at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm. Even after exhausting all his strength to counterattack, he was ultimately slain by Chen Feng.

Of course, Chen Feng had put on a performance before cutting him down with his sword, never revealing his true strength at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm—only coming close. Even so, it shocked everyone present.

In the distance, Li Yiming wore a look of dread.

Chen Feng had slain Lan Junhe, a Twelfth Transformation expert, in a single strike, yet it took him dozens of strikes to kill Han Ming.

The act was far too obvious.

But others didn’t know—they thought this was Chen Feng’s true strength.

For a moment, Li Yiming’s wariness toward Chen Feng deepened even further.

A man with both strength and cunning, who knew when to bend and when to stand firm, was far more terrifying than one who relied on brute force alone.

Making an enemy of such a person meant only one thing: annihilate him with overwhelming force, or suffer endless consequences.

Han Ming stared at Chen Feng with his dying breath, filled with bitter resentment. It wasn’t him who had killed Ye Yunqi and the others—it was Chen Feng! He could have used that very fact to demand compensation.

Like the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid… or even the saintly herb.

Yet in the end, it was this very reasoning that got him killed. The irony was unbearable. Even more ironic was that all of Han Ming’s divine trait power now belonged to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng felt another slight improvement—especially in his agility, which meant his speed had increased.

The disciples of Qi Sha Hall glared at Chen Feng with murderous intent, as if ready to swarm and tear him apart. But they didn’t dare.

"If you keep staring at me like that, my second condition might just be having the three Sacred Lands wipe you all out," Chen Feng said, utterly unfazed by their "death glares," even smiling as he spoke.

Yuan Hualong and the other Huntian Sect disciples were stunned.

The Qi Sha Hall members froze, then burned with fury—yet fear quickly overtook them. In the end, they could only avert their murderous gazes, terrified that Chen Feng might actually make such an absurd demand.

Even worse—what if the three Sacred Lands agreed?

"Enough nonsense. State your second condition," the Zhenwu Saint sneered.

"My second condition…" Chen Feng swept his gaze across them. "I stay. The rest of the Huntian Sect leaves the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm first."

"No—" A Quasi-Saint from Tianyuan Sacred Land immediately tried to refuse.

"Agreed." The Nangong Saint cut in without hesitation.

He had little interest in killing Huntian Sect disciples. Whether they stayed or left made no difference to him.

The Zhenwu Saint felt the same.

With two in favor, Tianyuan Sacred Land’s objection meant nothing.

"Junior Brother Chen…" Yuan Hualong was taken aback.

"Senior Brother Yuan, take the others and go," Chen Feng replied. "Leave the rest to me."

"Take care, Junior Brother." Yuan Hualong could only comply, leading the dozens of Huntian Sect disciples out of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, vanishing into the rainbow-lit portal.

"Alright, now I’ll state the third condition, which is also the final one." Chen Feng’s nonchalant demeanor was infuriating, nearly driving everyone mad. Then, he removed the Huntian Space Ring from his finger, and in an instant, a dazzling radiance erupted, soaring into the sky, accompanied by a clear and resonant dragon roar.

In Chen Feng’s hand now rested a dragon-shaped herb, coiled like a miniature dragon.

A rich fragrance spread, and an astonishing aura surged in all directions.

"A saintly herb!"

Gasps erupted immediately, and all eyes burned with fervent desire, fixed on the saintly herb in Chen Feng’s grasp. Their breathing grew frantic.

Even the three Saints were no exception.

The next moment, the radiant glow of the saintly herb vanished entirely into the Huntian Space Ring, disappearing without a trace.

Chen Feng raised the Huntian Space Ring high, drawing countless gazes.

"Everyone, take a good look. The dragon-shaped saintly herb is now inside." Chen Feng swept his eyes across the crowd before speaking again. "This ring belongs to me, but I’ll now sever my ownership. Whoever obtains it won’t need to kill me to open it."

"State your third condition," the Zhenwu Saint bellowed impatiently, his voice thundering.

Clearly, he had run out of patience.

"My third condition is simple. Everyone, please move at least 300 meters away from the portal," Chen Feng declared.

"One hundred meters!" The Tianyuan Saint suddenly interjected, his voice icy.

The other two Saints remained silent, but their stance was clear.

"Fine, then one hundred meters," Chen Feng feigned reluctance.

Though unwilling to be led by Chen Feng, at this point, securing the saintly herb left them no choice.

In an instant, the forces guarding the portal retreated precisely 100 meters—not a single step more.

For ordinary people, covering 100 meters would take some time.

But for those at the Eleventh or Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, it was nothing. They could cross it effortlessly.

"Now, whoever can seize the Huntian Space Ring containing the saintly herb will have it." With those words, Chen Feng hurled the Huntian Space Ring far into the distance.

Though he didn’t exert his full strength, with Chen Feng’s power, a casual throw sent the ring flying over a kilometer away with ease.

In the blink of an eye, the Huntian Space Ring soared several kilometers before landing.

Strangely, no one gave chase.

"Does this mean none of you want it?" Chen Feng asked, feigning surprise. "In that case, I’ll take it back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Feng dashed toward the Huntian Space Ring.

"Seize it!"

"Take it back!"

Faces twisted in alarm as they erupted with maximum speed, charging forward.

"Block the portal!" The three Saints ordered their respective factions before unleashing their God-Grade Divine Trait power, amplifying their strength and speed to the limit as they streaked toward the Huntian Space Ring.

This opportunity was enough to make them cast aside their dignity and act personally.

Leaving it to others to compete felt too uncertain.

Besides, with the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm’s closing time approaching, there was no room for delay.

As for Chen Feng, they believed that under the blockade of a group of Eleventh Transformation and Twelfth Transformation Body Forging cultivators, he would have no chance of escaping. This place was nothing like the complex terrain of Panlong Peak, and the others were far from unprepared.

"The critical moment has arrived."

With a silent thought, Chen Feng abruptly turned and unleashed his utmost speed, darting toward the portal of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

The greatest obstacles were the three Saints.

After awakening their God-Grade Divine Traits, their strength was overwhelmingly formidable. If the three joined forces, Chen Feng had no confidence in facing them head-on.

At his maximum speed, Chen Feng rapidly closed the distance.

The disciples of the three Sacred Lands all fixed their cold, ruthless gazes on him.

"Kill him!" roared the disciples of Tianyuan Sacred Land, their killing intent palpable.

Their original goal was to exterminate all the disciples of the Huntian Sect here, preferably leaving none alive.

This Chen Feng, with his formidable strength and masterful swordsmanship, had also toyed with them—letting him live would only fuel their resentment.

"Kill me? Perfect. Then, in the final moments before leaving the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, I’ll use you all to strengthen my foundation and power." Chen Feng thought to himself. The instant he closed in, he activated Sword Unity Realm without hesitation.

Under Sword Unity Realm, even if any one of the three Saints attacked, he was confident in fighting them—though victory was uncertain.

Kill!

The duration of Sword Unity Realm was short, so Chen Feng couldn’t afford to waste a single moment.

A faint golden light seemed to gather in his eyes, revealing every flaw in his enemies. With a single sweeping slash, his sword struck like a bolt from the heavens.

At that moment, Chen Feng was like the scythe of death, reaping lives one after another.

Simultaneously, he continuously Devoured their divine trait power, feeding it back into himself.

He could feel his qi and blood surging, his physique trembling, and his Force flowing endlessly.

Chen Feng specifically targeted the disciples of Tianyuan Sacred Land, Juejian Palace, and Tian Dao Sect, while deliberately avoiding Zhenwu Sacred Land and the Nangong Imperial Clan.

A single swordsman breaking through the pass—no matter how many stood in his way, none could stop him.

In just three breaths, Chen Feng tore through all obstacles and arrived before the rainbow-lit portal. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped inside.

If he didn’t escape now, when would he?

At the same time, the Tianyuan Saint was the first to seize the Huntian Space Ring. Without inspecting it, he immediately stored it away, then unleashed two mighty palm strikes—vast and overwhelming—toward the Nangong Saint and Zhenwu Saint, blocking them for an instant before swiftly rushing toward the rainbow-lit portal.