Chapter 2067 - 2068: Tian Ming

At this moment they heard Tian Ming on the stage say, "You humans really do have people this overconfident. With such measly strength you actually dare challenge me. Do you think those who offend me can really keep on living?"

Right then, Song Yun leaped onto the platform and said to Tian Ming, "A mere Dawen Economy cultivator actually forced out your Lifebound Technique. Looks like you're not that capable after all."

Tian Ming looked at Song Yun, knowing that Song Yun's strength was no longer something a Dawen Realm cultivator like Ling Zhenfei could compare to.

Tian Ming said, "What you said seems to make some sense, so I all the more can't let him live."

With that, Tian Ming simply waved his hand toward the sky. It was some kind of signal. After that wave, several black‑clad figures suddenly leapt down from the surrounding cliffs.

These people were dressed almost the same as Tian Ming and rushed straight in Ling Zhenfei's direction.

Right now the great battle still raged on, fighting everywhere, but these few black‑clad men specifically moved to encircle Lan Yan's position.

Actually, just now quite a few foreign races had attacked in Lan Yan's direction, but with Song Yun there, a single flying sword kept all the foreign races from getting close.

But now Song Yun had already stepped onto the arena to face Tian Ming, so there was no one left to protect Lan Yan and the others.

There were two Guardians protecting Lan Yan, one was Sun Wei and the other was Ling Zhenfei.

Sun Wei was more seriously injured; although he had an elixir from Ling Zhenfei to preserve his life, to fully recover would still take some time.

The one left was Ling Zhenfei. Ling Zhenfei was also injured; he had barely managed to feed himself some medicine, but recovering in a short time was impossible.

But seeing those black‑clad men charging toward him, Ling Zhenfei still drew his long blade.

The Boundless Blade Technique slashed toward those men. Right now it was a fight to the death; he couldn't afford to hesitate over whether using his blade now would aggravate his internal wounds.

So with the Boundless Blade in his hand, he tried his best to use more skill‑type Techniques, drawing as little Northern Spiritual Energy as possible.

But things were just like that. Originally Ling Zhenfei should have been resting properly, but now he had no way to rest and still had to use Northern Spiritual Energy, which would only worsen his injuries.

At this point, the main combat strength instead became Lan Yan. The short sword in Lan Yan's hand danced up and down as she guarded beside Ling Zhenfei and Sun Wei, fighting shoulder to shoulder with Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei hoisted Sun Wei up from the ground, clamping Sun Wei with one arm while fighting with the other.

Most of these black‑clad men were at the Dawen Realm. Ling Zhenfei could still handle that, but once there were too many, he couldn't cope anymore.

Ling Zhenfei said, "This place is not suitable for a long stay. We'd better pull back."

Lan Yan nodded, covering Ling Zhenfei as they retreated outward, but retreating was not so simple. Those black‑clad men's target was Ling Zhenfei, so they didn't care how many other people were around; their focus was Ling Zhenfei.

The fighting was fierce. Although Lan Yan killed two black‑clad men, she herself was injured, slashed once by a black‑clad man.

Ling Zhenfei knew that if this went on, none of the three of them would be able to leave.

Ling Zhenfei set Sun Wei down on the ground, then drew on the Northern Spiritual Energy in his body and used Iaido, unleashing a powerful surge of Northern Spiritual Energy that instantly forced the black‑clad men back.

Ling Zhenfei said to Lan Yan, "Their target is me. You take Sun Wei and leave. After the battle, come back and send Sun Wei home. It should be simple to go back from here."

Lan Yan looked at Ling Zhenfei and said, "No, I'm not leaving. If I go, what about you?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "Their target is me. You go first. Once you're gone, I'll have my own way to escape."

Lan Yan said, "I don't believe that. You're already injured. What way do you still have to escape?"

Ling Zhenfei gave a faint smile and said, "Have you forgotten we burned that hillside yesterday? Go, I'll come find you."

Lan Yan, half believing, said, "You better not be lying to me."

Ling Zhenfei said, "Relax, I don't lie."

Just then those black‑clad men charged up again. Ling Zhenfei unleashed another powerful surge of Northern Spiritual Energy, directly scaring those rushing black‑clad men back.

Lan Yan retreated, lifting Sun Wei up, and glanced toward Ling Zhenfei, saying, "You must come find me."

Ling Zhenfei nodded. Lan Yan carried Sun Wei and headed toward the outside of the distant gorge.

Once Sun Wei and Lan Yan had left, Ling Zhenfei spat out another mouthful of fresh blood. Just now, using Northern Spiritual Energy had already stirred up his internal injuries, worsening them.

As for burning the hillside, the Northern Spiritual Energy in that gourd was already used up and completely useless now. Ling Zhenfei said that only to make Lan Yan leave with an easy mind.

With Lan Yan gone, the black‑clad men thoroughly surrounded Ling Zhenfei. Ling Zhenfei held his long blade, blood still at the corner of his mouth.

There were at least seven or eight black‑clad men around him, all of them at the Dawen Realm. There didn't seem to be any suspense to this, but in the heart of the Rental Fee there was a thought, that no matter what, he had to drag a few more down with him.

The black‑clad men charged at Ling Zhenfei. Ling Zhenfei drew his blade in an Iaido strike, then immediately followed up with the Boundless Blade Technique.

Although the Boundless Blade Technique was exquisite, first, Ling Zhenfei was injured, and second, there were simply too many of these black‑clad men.

Right now, what Ling Zhenfei relied on the most was his Soul Attack. Soul Attack used the power of the soul and didn't consume Northern Spiritual Energy.

This was also the Cultivation Technique Ling Zhenfei trusted the most now. He had long since infused the power of the soul into the surroundings and was about to launch a Soul Attack at each person.

If these people's strength had been lower, Ling Zhenfei wouldn't even have needed to make a move; Soul Attack alone would have been enough.

But all of these men were at the Dawen Realm, so they weren't people Ling Zhenfei could kill outright.

But Ling Zhenfei had no other choice. Using Soul Attack, several black‑clad men suddenly felt a sharp pain in their heads. Ling Zhenfei picked out the black‑clad man whose reaction to the Soul Attack was the most intense.

Feeling one person behind him fall into a brief daze, Ling Zhenfei flipped around and cut that black‑clad man down with one stroke. But by then the others had already reacted and launched an attack at the Rental Fee.

Ling Zhenfei couldn't dodge in time and was slashed once, blood spraying. Ling Zhenfei used himself—Ling Zhenfei—to plug the wound, then at once counterattacked with the Boundless Blade Technique again.

He used Soul Attack once more, then cooperated with the Boundless Blade Technique to kill the enemy.

After one bout of fighting, Ling Zhenfei had cut down three people, but several more wounds had appeared on his own body.

Ling Zhenfei knew he was done for. If this continued, even if his internal injuries didn't kill him, his external wounds would.

But what could he do now? Everyone around was fighting; who had the time to bother with a man on the verge of death like him?

Those three men he had killed just now were already Ling Zhenfei's limit. Now, his Soul Attack had almost no effect on the remaining few.

It was also possible that after being hit by Soul Attack three times in a row, these men were already on their guard.

Next, Ling Zhenfei truly didn't know what to do. Facing the remaining five men, Ling Zhenfei leaned against a wall to avoid being attacked from front and back, the Boundless Blade in his hand flowing like water.

Gradually, Ling Zhenfei felt his strength growing less and less; even the blade in his hand began to feel heavy.