Urban All-Round Master

"Ah... Lord Beiming, this guy is so formidable."

"Nonsense, how could this Lord not..."

Before finishing his words, Beiming, who was crouched, suddenly froze, and Yin Ji’s face was filled with astonishment. This guy... just destroyed Nantong’s meridians with a single kick!

Merely with one kick, he was able to disable someone in the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Sub-Saint Realm. Beiming admitted to himself that he definitely didn’t have this ability!

"Could it be... that the last time we encountered him, he was concealing his strength?"

Though reluctant to believe it, the incessant screams of Nantong forced Beiming to reevaluate Lin Zifeng, who wore a light smile.

The more he observed, the more somber Beiming’s expression became because he had already noticed that the aura emanating from Lin Zifeng, although not as powerful as his own, was as sharp and relentless as an unsheathed sword.

Beiming was astonished, but Lin Zifeng seemed completely indifferent. Seeing that Beiming wasn’t yet ready to fight him to the death, he couldn’t help but contemplate deeply.

From the moment he sensed Beiming’s aura and then was pulled from the secret chamber, it had been at least five minutes. Given Beiming’s prowess, never mind five minutes, he could instantly kill Dongfang Ziyue with just one palm!

Evidently, Beiming wasn’t here at the Human Sacrifice Tower for Dongfang Ziyue. Could it be...

"Why? Beiming, I’ve disabled your disciple, and you can come all the way to the Human Sacrifice Tower to seek revenge. It really shows your fondness for your disciple."

When Lin Zifeng spoke, his face was full of mockery, and his tone was exceptionally playful. Beiming, seeing this, recalled the incident of Lin Zifeng disabling his disciple last time, and despite his deep scheming, Beiming couldn’t suppress his anger!

"Humph, bold Dongfang Ziyue, colluding with outsiders and breeding disloyalty, intending to destroy the forbidden area of my clan, the Human Sacrifice Tower? With this Lord here today, how can you escape!?"

Even though he was furious, Beiming patiently found an excuse. If he couldn’t defeat them and let Dongfang Ziyue flee, he wouldn’t be ridiculed.

Not expecting Lin Zifeng’s sarcasm to grow after hearing this, he replied, one word at a time: "Was it your order for Nantong to harm Dongfang Ziyue just now? Let me tell you, today, not only your disciple, Beisu, but also you, I, Lin Zifeng, will disable!"

Although Lin Zifeng maintained a light smile throughout, he was more furious than anyone. Beiming humiliating Dongfang Ziyue was essentially just trying to force him to reveal himself!

And unknown to Lin Zifeng, Dongfang Ziyue, standing on the sidelines, felt a softness in her heart after hearing this, and her cold face flashed gratitude.

Back inside, seeing Lin Zifeng’s arrogance, Beiming no longer spoke. He threw off his robes, revealing a dark red suit. On his hands, the dark red light was as captivating as blood.

"Lin Zifeng... let’s settle old and new scores today. To die by this Lord’s hand can be considered your fortune!"

"Tch! Idiot!"

Beiming’s boastful tone made Lin Zifeng dismissive. He snorted with contempt and internally said, "Ruoyun, just replenish my elemental power. I might as well use this opportunity to see what my strength truly is!"

Mu Ruoyun, hearing this, replied in a teasing tone, "Are you sure? If you get beaten down, don’t say I stood idly by."

"If I can’t even defeat a Middle Stage Saint Realm opponent, I might as well jump into the Blood Pond and die!"

At this moment, Lin Zifeng was firing on all cylinders, even the wounds on his body that had been subtly aching no longer hindered his performance but instead added a slightly bloodthirsty grimness to his smile.

"Gray Dragon Palm!"

Due to limited elemental power, Lin Zifeng didn’t dare to use the Beast Emperor Battle Technique immediately, especially since he vaguely felt that Beiming had a backup plan!

But despite this, Lin Zifeng had already sentenced Beiming to death! No matter what conspiracy he had, it was weak against overwhelming strength!

"Swish..."

Lin Zifeng’s form transformed into a shadow, showing no trace of injury. Even Beiming, full of murderous intent, couldn’t help but be surprised, and his remaining contempt for Lin Zifeng vanished.

"I didn’t expect this Lord to underestimate you; fine, it’s been a while since I stretched my muscles. Today, let me show you this Lord’s true strength!"

With a roar, Beiming’s previously calm dark red battle robe suddenly surged with light. Within the once silent Human Sacrifice Tower, a fierce wind erupted, causing Beiming’s robe to whip in the wind.

"Yanming Kill!"

"Roar..."

Gold transformed into a dragon in Lin Zifeng’s hand, advancing like Po Jun, carrying a force of ten thousand pounds, aimed at taking Beiming’s life.

"Buzz..."

Between Beiming’s palms, the red light grew intense, and a substantial killing intent seemed to form an invisible bind, pressing toward Lin Zifeng.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, golden and red lights mixed, forming a dazzling halo. The powerful elemental power burst forth, carving fissures into the stone beneath them.

For a moment, Nantong, curled on the ground, and Dongfang Ziyue, standing to the side, were both pained by the halo formed from elemental power, and their imposing aura made them, such weaklings, shiver.

"Is this... Lin Zifeng’s true strength? So powerful!"

Dongfang Ziyue witnessed it, exclaiming inwardly in shock. Lin Zifeng, whom she had always seen as frivolous, was unexpectedly so strong!

The halo held for nearly ten seconds before the pure golden elemental power finally broke through, swallowing the red light completely, and continued with a sharp piercing sound, striking directly at Beiming’s chest.

At such close range, even Beiming couldn’t dodge it. In a panic, he had to cross his arms to absorb the remaining force of Lin Zifeng’s palm.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The golden light hit Beiming, causing his form to tremble and forcing him to retreat continuously, leaving spider-like cracks on the stone beneath his feet.

"Humph, for the head of the Four Lords, you aren’t much, are you? Can’t even withstand my single palm!"

Lin Zifeng’s tone was sarcastic, his confidence swelling. Without even using the immensely powerful Beast Emperor Battle Technique, Beiming showed signs of defeat. Even if he had another plan, how strong could it be?

At this juncture, Beiming just managed to stabilize, shook his pained arms, and while his face appeared grim, the subtle shock fell into Lin Zifeng’s gaze. Immediately, Lin Zifeng, without hesitation, flashed golden light on his hands, taking advantage of the victory!

"Such arrogance! You really think this Lord is that weak!?"

Seeing Lin Zifeng pursuing, Beiming flicked his right hand, and the longsword at Nantong’s waist fell into his grasp. Instantly, the blade flickered coldly, igniting a blood-colored light, as if soaked in blood.

With the sword in hand, Beiming’s aura grew even sharper, and when the red light on the sword tip reached its peak, his form flickered, distorting the air before him.

Despite the swift speed entering Lin Zifeng’s view, it brought another smirk to his lips.

"Is this the speed? Too slow!"