Chapter 1250 - 1247: Wasted Schemes, Incomplete Saber Technique

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The night was deep, and the fierce wind howled, chilling to the core.

The leader of the Black Wind Four Ghosts, an ugly old man, stared at Luo Feng. His narrow, small eyes glimmered with a ghostly light, trying hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and forced himself to say calmly:

"Kid, report your name!"

Hehehe...

A crisp laugh sounded, as Jiang Fengfeng folded her hands behind her back, looked up at the old man, and said with a smile:

"Weren’t you all trying to garner merit for the Crown Prince? Now there’s a golden opportunity right before you. If you kill him, being ennobled and appointed minister won’t be a problem."

As she spoke, Jiang Fengfeng pointed at Luo Feng.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the Black Wind Four Ghosts all turned to Luo Feng, each guessing his identity.

Jiang Fengfeng noticed the expressions on the three and raised her brows slightly, smiling with pursed lips: "You were just planning to annihilate his family, and now that he’s right here in front of you, you suddenly don’t recognize him?"

"Luo Feng!"

Upon hearing Jiang Fengfeng’s words, the remaining three were all shocked.

The ugly old man’s gaze shifted, staring at Luo Feng, and he said in a sinister voice: "Third brother, fourth brother, let’s join forces to kill Luo Feng and avenge our second brother! As long as we take his head, when the Crown Prince ascends the throne, we three will certainly be ennobled and appointed ministers, no longer wandering the martial world."

"Alright!"

The other two had initially been quite wary of Luo Feng, but after hearing the ugly old man’s words, a cold light appeared in their eyes. The intense killing intent added a chill to the surrounding air.

"Kill!"

With an order from the ugly old man, the three simultaneously performed Qinggong, their figures shooting towards Luo Feng.

"Falling Star Spear of Meteor Rock!"

"Five Fires and Fierce Cloud Palm!"

The middle-aged spearman and the cold-faced youth attacked simultaneously. The Palm Gang, condensed from the Fire Yuan Qi, intertwined into a fiery net that, along with a formidable and unparalleled spear force, crashed down from the sky, crushing down towards Luo Feng.

Swoosh!

At this moment, the ugly old man’s eyes flashed. He stepped into the air, and the air currents beneath him exploded immediately, his figure shooting into the distance like an arrow leaving the bowstring, as fast as lightning.

"Big brother!"

Noticing this scene, the middle-aged spearman and the cold-faced youth’s expressions changed dramatically, a fleeting strangeness in their hearts: why was their big brother fleeing when they were supposed to be joining forces to kill Luo Feng?

The ugly old man pushed his True Yuan to the limit, darting away at the fastest possible speed. Looking at the middle-aged spearman and the cold-faced youth, he thought to himself: Sorry, if I don’t do this, none of us will escape.

He had already learned that Luo Feng, on Group Dragon Island, had broken through to the second level of the True Yuan Realm, defeating Jian Wuji in one fell swoop, becoming this year’s top new dragon.

The Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts practiced by the Golden Palace disciples were of higher quality than those of loose cultivators like them. Opponent was also the leading figure of the younger generation in the Southern Six Golden Palaces, and such a genius’s combat power far surpassed Martial Artists of the same level, as evidenced by how his opponent had instantly killed the burly man with a single punch. The burly man was at the peak of the first level of the True Yuan Realm, a strength that even made the ugly old man dare not underestimate, yet had been killed in one blow.

At this moment, the only thing on the ugly old man’s mind was to leave this place as soon as possible, the farther the better.

Slash!

A shining saber light pierced the night, dividing the fiery Palm Gang and the stunning spear force in two. A clear bloodline appeared on the bodies of both the middle-aged spearman and the cold-faced youth, blood spurting out uncontrollably, their eyes wide open, still with an expression of shock from the moment of death.

Grasping Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, Luo Feng looked at the silhouette of the ugly old man with a cold gaze.

"It’s futile to think you can escape, today you die for sure."

As the word "die" was uttered, Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber flew out automatically, drawing an unparalleled fierce red streak in the night, chasing after the ugly old man.

"Roll!"

The ugly old man was prepared, his True Yuan surging all over his body. A wisp of black Qi Force emerged from his right arm as he threw a punch, transforming into a hurricane several meters wide, intending to blast Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber away.

Swish!

The red streak instantly sliced through the black hurricane, obliterating each other, clashing hundreds or thousands of times in an instant, Qi Force shooting in all directions.

A flash of flame, before the ugly old man could react, the black hurricane was torn apart, his right arm severed at the wrist, flying off.

"Luo Feng, you’re so ruthless! Sooner or later, I will slaughter your entire Luo Family!"

The ugly old man groaned, stumbling back a few steps, clutching the bleeding wound, casting a sinister glance at Luo Feng, and gritting his teeth with a parting threat before frantically activating his True Yuan to fly away.

"You won’t be getting that chance."

Luo Feng remained expressionless, his finger tracing the air.

Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber spun half a circle in the night sky, once again with lightning speed, spiraling towards the ugly old man.

Slash!

As he turned around, the ugly old man’s head flew off, his body propelled by inertia, crashing into a cliff with a loud thud, creating a large pit.

Retrieving Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, Luo Feng gestured to take the storage ring of the Black Wind Four Ghosts.

After a brief glance at the space inside the storage ring, a smile appeared on Luo Feng’s face.

These four were indeed once notorious martial bandits, quite wealthy, with just the fortunes in the ugly old man’s and the burly man’s storage rings exceeding ten million second-grade Yuan Stones.

For Luo Feng, who aimed to leave considerable wealth for his family, this was quite a haul.

All this happened in a moment. Elder Hai was just now coming back to his senses, looking at Luo Feng proudly standing in mid-air, then at the gruesome corpses of the Black Wind Four Ghosts, taking a deep breath.

He realized he had underestimated Luo Feng, both in the past and now. The opponent was now beyond his ability to gauge.

Jiang Fengfeng, showing no surprise, swept over to Luo Feng’s side. Her bright eyes looked at the decapitated corpse of the ugly old man and she sneered:

"What Black Wind Four Ghosts? To me, they seem more like dead ghosts. This man betrayed the brothers with whom he faced life and death for his own survival; indeed, what kind of master has what kind of servant."

Luo Feng smiled faintly, agreeing with Jiang Fengfeng for the first time. He looked up at the waning moon hidden behind the clouds, his eyes shining brilliantly in the night.

The words of the Black Wind Four Ghosts had made him realize that his feud with the Crown Prince was no longer just a personal grudge; as long as this person lived, his family’s safety was in jeopardy.

Clang!

Setting the saber into its sheath, Luo Feng said: "Let’s go, we will go to Azure Sky City to meet their master."

As the words fell, the three figures soared into the sky, heading towards the distance, quickly disappearing over the horizon.

The next day.

The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight, a blazing sun shining brightly, radiating its warmth and roasting the heavens and earth.

In the azure sky above, three figures shot forward, tearing through the air, causing sharp sonic booms that spread out like rolling thunder.

"Luo Feng, the saber technique you practice doesn’t seem complete," now familiar, Jiang Fengfeng’s words, though arrogant, became more engaging as she spoke with Luo Feng.

All Martial Arts inherently carry their own intent realm, and a fragmented Martial Art can be sensed through its intent realm, making this matter hard to conceal. Luo Feng said: "It’s a partial saber technique I came across by chance; I only have the first three moves. I don’t know if I can find the last move to complete it."

"A fragmented Martial Art, without opportunity, is extremely difficult to find," Jiang Fengfeng said.

Luo Feng nodded, having obtained the second and third moves of the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber from the Evil Saber was already quite fortunate. In a world so vast, finding the fourth saber move was like finding a needle in a haystack, easier said than done.

Jiang Fengfeng glanced at Luo Feng and said:

"Actually, you don’t need to seek out that final saber move."