A sword seals the throat

"Throat!" Lin Feng's gaze locked onto the Stygian Wolf, and he took a small step forward.

But this small step made Jingyun and the others' hearts leap into their throats. What did Lin Feng intend to do? This was a ninth-level demonic beast, the most brutal below the Spirit Beast level. Even many Qi Martial Realm Ninth Stage cultivators would only have the option to flee when encountering the Stygian Wolf.

Before they could dwell on it further, Lin Feng showed them his intentions through action. He began to jog forward, unarmed, towards the direction of the Stygian Wolf, his speed increasing steadily.

Seeing this scene, Jingyun and the others froze in place, their hearts pounding.

"Howl!" The Stygian Wolf, witnessing a human running towards it, its ferocious ghostly face became even colder and more chilling, as if emanating from the depths of the underworld.

A miserable scream resounded as the Stygian Wolf's claws mercilessly trampled over Jing Feng's body, turning into a black streak of light. The claw that had been guarding its throat emitted a black-and-white radiance.

"Lin Feng, come back," Jingyun screamed, but it seemed too late. Lin Feng's speed had surged, becoming like a shooting star, approaching the extreme.

Qingyi and Han Man opened their mouths, their hearts seemingly stopping, their only thought at that moment being, "It's over!"

A flash of lightning streaked across their vision, dazzling and fleeting. After the lightning, the space seemed to freeze. Lin Feng's steps halted, and the ninth-level demonic beast Stygian Wolf also landed on the ground.

Silence, a silence that was terrifyingly quiet!

Qingyi clenched his fists in front of his mouth, fear evident in his eyes. Lin Feng, was he dead?

"Drip." A faint, abrupt sound rang out, jarringly loud in the silent space. Immediately after, the Stygian Wolf's body collapsed sideways. A thin thread, extremely fine, was visible on its neck, blood seeping out, the thread gradually turning into a bloodline.

"The Stygian Wolf is dead!" Han Man and Qingyi's mouths were still agape, staring in horror at the scene before them. That fleeting flash of lightning was...

"How are you, Lin Feng?" Jingyun looked at Lin Feng, who was still standing motionless, and asked softly.

As Jingyun's words fell, Qingyi and Han Man also nervously looked at Lin Feng. Today was definitely the most nervous and thrilling moment of their lives.

Finally, Lin Feng's body moved, slowly turning around, revealing a bright smile in his clear eyes.

"I'm fine." Lin Feng spread his hands. He was just recalling the sword strike from earlier, the Sword Drawing Technique. The sword was like thunder, its explosive power indeed formidable. Of course, the premise was that his speed had to be fast, fast to the extreme.

Exhaling deeply, Jingyun and the others all breathed a sigh of relief, their tense hearts relaxing. They felt as if they had been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.

However, the three of them didn't speak, instead staring at Lin Feng as if he were a monster.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Lin Feng scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. These three guys' gazes were a bit too naked.

"Pervert!" Han Man squeezed out two words from between his teeth, leaving Lin Feng feeling frustrated. Jingyun and Qingyi nodded earnestly, agreeing with him.

"Lin Feng, you are a swordsman." Qingyi knew from the lightning just now that it was Sword Qi, something only a sword could achieve at such speed.

"Not really, I've just practiced a set of sword techniques." Lin Feng shook his head. A true swordsman, a wielder of the Sword Soul, and a powerful swordsman could be called a swordsman.

"Not really? Isn't your Martial Soul a sword?" Qingyi asked in confusion.

"Well, I don't have a Sword Martial Soul." Lin Feng nodded, causing Qingyi to gasp. Not possessing a Sword Martial Soul yet being able to wield a sword as fast as lightning meant Lin Feng's comprehension of martial techniques was terrifying. For example, his Nine-Wave Fist had already been cultivated to the peak of the Ninth Wave.

"I really doubt if there's any martial technique you can't cultivate to a strong level." Qingyi smiled bitterly, shaking his head. He didn't ask what Lin Feng's Martial Soul was. After all, some people's Martial Souls might be powerful exotic Martial Souls, and they wouldn't want others to know what their Martial Souls were. Lin Feng hadn't even used his Martial Soul until now, so Qingyi speculated that Lin Feng's Martial Soul was definitely not simple.

Lin Feng just smiled. For now, it seemed that he could indeed cultivate any martial technique, and his comprehension was very strong.

"The core of the ninth-level demonic beast Stygian Wolf, this is a big harvest." Han Man grinned, taking out a dagger and stepping forward to extract the core. At the same time, he said, "Lin Feng, you killed the Stygian Wolf alone. If it weren't for you, we might not have been able to get out. This core belongs to you alone."

"Jingyun, Qingyi, do you have any objections?"

Qingyi and Jingyun smiled and shook their heads. If it weren't for Lin Feng, they would have probably perished in the Black Wind Ridge.

"I disagree. All the prey should be divided equally among the four of us." Lin Feng shook his head. Even though killing the Stygian Wolf was entirely his credit, he, Lin Feng, was not the kind of person who would forget loyalty for profit.

Seeing Lin Feng's resolute gaze, Han Man and the others nodded heavily. "Okay."

"You seem to have forgotten about me." At this moment, a voice came over, none other than Jing Feng.

After being hit by the Stygian Wolf and then trampled by its power, several bones in Jing Feng's back had broken, making it impossible for him to stand up now. He could only lie on his back and look at Lin Feng and the others.

"To hell with you." Han Man had the most violent personality, cursing. This guy not only disregarded their safety at critical moments, leaving them to deal with the Savage Apes, but also led the Stygian Wolf to them, almost killing them.

"Let's go. His life or death is up to fate." Jingyun also said angrily.

As the group prepared to leave, Jing Feng's sinister voice came, "Don't forget, my big brother knows that I entered the Black Wind Ridge with you. If I die and you all leave alive, what do you think my big brother will think?"

Han Man and the others stopped in their tracks, then turned around, staring angrily at Jing Feng.

"You better take me with you. Half of the core is mine, or else, I'll make sure you all die." Jing Feng said fiercely.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng asked in confusion. This guy was almost half dead, yet still so arrogant?

"His big brother is Jing Hao, ranked sixth among the outer disciples, with a peak cultivation of the Ninth Stage of the Qi Martial Realm. He also has a Sword Martial Soul and is very powerful."

Qingyi explained, and Lin Feng immediately understood.

Taking a step forward, Lin Feng approached Jing Feng, a cold smile in his eyes.

"Why don't you help me up?" Jing Feng commanded.

Lin Feng paused, looking at Jing Feng with a smile that wasn't a smile. "I truly admire your courage."

With that, the soft sword was unsheathed, emitting a chilling aura that sent shivers down the spine.

"What do you want?" Jing Feng's body tensed, feeling a chill.

"Lin Feng," Qingyi called out. Jing Hao was ranked sixth among the outer disciples, extremely formidable. Although Lin Feng was also very strong, his cultivation was still lower. Qingyi didn't think Lin Feng could deal with Jing Hao.

Looking at Qingyi and the others, Lin Feng asked, "Do you think, given his character, that he will spare us after we save him?"

Qingyi and the others stared back, sweating on their backs. Indeed, judging from Jing Feng's behavior, even if they saved him, he probably wouldn't spare them.

"We haven't offended him. It was his own arrogance and attempt to frame us that led to his current situation. Yet, not only has he not repented, but he also demanded we save him and give him half of the core. With such a person, do you dare to take him back?" Lin Feng patiently explained. Although people in this world matured early, Jingyun and the others were still only fifteen or sixteen years old. How could they see through things as clearly as someone who had lived two lives?

After hearing Lin Feng's words, all three shook their heads. Indeed, if they took Jing Feng back, it would probably be when Jing Hao sought revenge.

Turning back, Lin Feng looked at Jing Feng, who finally showed fear in his eyes.

"I swear, as long as you take me back, I will not seek revenge, and I don't want the core either." Jing Feng crawled back, retreating.

"Too late." A flash of cold light, a sword sealed his throat. Promises made under threat to one's life, how could they be trusted?

Seeing Jing Feng, who died with his eyes open, Lin Feng exhaled deeply, his heart fluctuating slightly. Of course, it was only for a moment. In the path to becoming a strong cultivator, blood and corpses were inevitable.

"If Jing Hao finds you, tell him the truth, and say that I killed him." Lin Feng said indifferently, not caring. If even a Qi Martial Realm Ninth Stage cultivator feared him, how could he travel the world with a sword?