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Lin Feng, an unknown outer disciple with a mask, possesses the cultivation of the Eighth Level of the Qi Martial Realm, practicing both the Ninth Wave of Martial Skills and the Thunder Sword Technique.

Jing Hao, at the peak of the Ninth Level of the Qi Martial Realm, surpasses the vast majority of outer disciples, ranking sixth. His most brilliant achievement is defeating three Qi Martial Realm Ninth Level martial artists single-handedly.

Despite the vast disparity in strength, Lin Feng, in front of everyone, repelled Jing Hao, killed Jiang Huai protected by Jing Hao, and slapped Jing Hao's face. Just as everyone expected Lin Feng to bear Jing Hao's anger, Lin Feng took the initiative to step onto the Life and Death Platform, looking down on everything and challenging Jing Hao.

"Perhaps he knows Jing Hao won't let him off and is fighting back against overwhelming odds," the crowd speculated. After all, Lin Feng was only at the Eighth Level of the Qi Martial Realm, far inferior to Jing Hao in strength.

At this moment, Jing Hao's face alternated between green and white. This humiliation was something he had never experienced since entering Yunhai Sect.

"Since you seek death, I shall grant it," Jing Hao hated Lin Feng to the bone. Seeing Lin Feng's Thunder Sword Technique, he understood that Lin Feng had not deceived him, and Jing Feng must have been killed by this person.

Lin Feng not only killed his brother but also made him endure humiliation.

Stepping onto the Life and Death Platform, a powerful sword aura burst forth. Behind Jing Hao, an illusory sword shadow pointed angrily at the sky, his Sword Martial Soul.

"Jing Hao actually used his Martial Soul directly. It seems he intends to make a spectacular kill."

The crowd immediately understood Jing Hao's intent. He wanted to prove his formidable strength to everyone.

"Draw your sword. I'll give you three strikes," Jing Hao stood with his sword, showing the demeanor of a master swordsman.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. Swift as the wind, his figure flickered, and his long sword emitted countless sword shadows. As these shadows reached Jing Hao, they merged into one sword, thunderous and deafening.

"So strong! To cultivate the Thunder Sword Technique to such a realm." The crowd was shocked by the thunderous sound, which could rival genuine thunder. It illustrated just how powerful the explosive force was.

The disdain in Jing Hao's eyes disappeared; this sword was enough to make him take it seriously.

The long sword hummed, thunderous booms echoed, and powerful bursts of energy failed to penetrate Jing Hao's sword shadow by half a step.

"One strike!" Jing Hao resolved this strike.

Lin Feng's gaze remained steady, unwavering. The roaring thunder was like surging river water, unending. The second strike, with its domineering thunder, angrily thrust forward.

Jing Hao continued to defend without attacking, his sword shadows like a curtain of water, ready to meet any attack.

However, just as Lin Feng's domineering strike was about to reach Jing Hao, Lin Feng's grip on the sword suddenly loosened. The long sword, accompanied by thunder, whizzed forward, breaking through Jing Hao's sword defense.

"What is he doing?"

Everyone was stunned to see this strike. Lin Feng had poured all his strength into this sword, enhancing its power to break through Jing Hao's defense. But if Jing Hao blocked this sword, wouldn't he lose his sword, a foolish move indeed.

After a brief moment of distraction, Jing Hao smiled; this was seeking death.

Stepping back slightly, Jing Hao raised his long sword, and a myriad of sword shadows danced before him.

However, as Lin Feng's sword shot out, his body moved simultaneously, swiftly rushing towards Jing Hao, as fast as fleeting light.

"Two strikes," Jing Hao observed Lin Feng approaching without panic, calmly counting. As his voice fell, the sword Lin Feng shot out also lost its strength, falling weakly. However, Lin Feng had arrived.

"Seeking death." With a thunderous sword strike, Lin Feng had lost his sword and was attempting a close-range attack. There was no need for Jing Hao to count the third strike; this strike would be Lin Feng's end.

But at this moment, Jing Hao heard two simple words from Lin Feng's mouth, "Enough is enough."

As these two words fell, like an echo to the thunder, a lightning bolt flashed through the crowd's eyes, dazzling light freezing in their pupils, disappearing in a flash.

Jing Hao's throat moved; he seemed to understand the meaning of "enough is enough." These were the last two words he heard in his life. Enough, it is.

"Three strikes."

This sentence came from Lin Feng's mouth. At this moment, he turned his back to Jing Hao. His voice was not loud, but in the silent space, everyone heard clearly. As his voice fell, Jing Hao's body collapsed.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. Jing Hao, defeated?

How did Lin Feng do it?

"Sword Drawing Technique." Among the spectators were not only outer disciples but also inner disciples. They saw the lightning just now was a sword light. However, because the sword light was too fast, it appeared as a lightning bolt flashing across the sky, and many people didn't even see what it was.

The crowd erupted in discussion, especially about the dazzling sword strike just now.

Jing Hao, ranked sixth among outer disciples, was defeated by Lin Feng's three strikes, resulting in death.

"Who is he?"

This was the question in everyone's mind. Challenging across levels, and challenging Jing Hao, one of the best among the Qi Martial Realm Ninth Level martial artists, Lin Feng was undoubtedly a genius. This battle was enough to make him famous in Yunhai Sect.

At this moment, above the canyon, countless people were also discussing the sword strike that Lin Feng had just made.

In a loft next to the canyon, a smile appeared at the corner of an old man's mouth. He whispered, "Soft sword, it turns out to be that kid. No wonder he dares to practice the Sword Drawing Technique. This kid is quite talented!"

The old man was the guardian of Star Pavilion. Wind and Cloud Canyon was a place for sect disciples to experience, reflecting the strength of Yunhai Sect's disciples to a certain extent. Therefore, in his spare time, he came to see, but he didn't expect to witness the scene on the Life and Death Platform. The soft sword Lin Feng used was a gift from him, how could he not know who Lin Feng was.

Apart from the old man, Jing Yun, and Han Man, there was another person who recognized Lin Feng. This person was Guo Hai. It was he who threatened Jing Yun with Jing Feng's death, and was then injured by Lin Feng in one move. So he found Jing Hao, remembered the three people's appearances, and found Lin Feng and the others above the Wind and Cloud Canyon. Then, he set a trap to put Lin Feng and the others to death.

Guo Hai saw that Lin Feng had even killed Jing Hao, and couldn't help but be shocked, so he slipped away quietly.

"Now you want to leave, isn't it a bit late?" Lin Feng had long noticed Guo Hai hiding behind Jing Hao and coldly said.

Guo Hai's footsteps faltered, feeling a chill down his spine.

Hearing the footsteps

 behind him, Guo Hai turned around and forced out a smile uglier than crying.

"It's none of my business, I haven't done anything."

"Oh really?" Lin Feng sneered, his killing intent unabashed.

"This is Wind and Cloud Canyon, not the Life and Death Platform." Guo Hai felt Lin Feng's killing intent, his voice trembling.

"I know." Lin Feng said indifferently, thrusting out with his Nine Waves, directly blasting Guo Hai. Guo Hai didn't even resist. Since Lin Feng had even killed Jing Hao, would resistance be of any use?

He lifted Guo Hai, then turned around, returning to the Life and Death Platform, throwing Guo Hai to the ground and picking up the long sword.

"Now, you are on the Life and Death Platform."

The crowd's gaze once again froze, silently watching Lin Feng. This guy was ruthless.

"I didn't come up on my own, you're breaking the rules of the sect. Do you dare to break the rules of the sect?" Guo Hai didn't expect Lin Feng to act like this. The fear of death made him tremble all over.

With a flash of the sword, Guo Hai's voice abruptly stopped.

"Do sects really have rules?"

Lin Feng thought to himself, but he didn't say this out loud.

If sects really had rules, would Li Fei dare to shoot him with an arrow directly? If sects really had rules, would inner disciple Yu Hao dare to swing that fatal sword at him? Rules are forever dead, set only for some people. When your strength is strong enough, and your talent high enough, for you, some rules are not rules.

Lin Feng was not a bloodthirsty person. On the contrary, in his previous world, killing was a capital crime. However, coming to this world, time and time again, someone wanted to kill him, for reasons that were not reasons, and sometimes for no reason at all. This made Lin Feng understand that this was a world of the strong, a world of indifference. Therefore, for those who wanted his life, he would ruthlessly wield the sword of slaughter; if you don't kill, you'll be killed.

Taking a step forward, Lin Feng came to Han Man's side. Han Man grinned at him and said, "I always believed you could do it."

"I believed it too." Lin Feng smiled as well, then carried Han Man on his back, gave a nod to Jing Yun, and left in the sight of everyone.