"Sect Leader, what should we do?"
The Gu Family’s might was known throughout Linyue City, and the Heavenly Fragrance Sect was merely a small sect, solely relying on its Sect Leader for support. How could they not be afraid?
Seeing the fear in the elders, Yan Changfeng snorted coldly and said angrily, "What kind of conduct is this? Are you really so afraid of Gu Xiaofeng?"
Watching everyone in the hall trembling, Yan Changfeng calmed the anger in his heart.
"Alright, although the Gu Family is powerful, as long as I’m here, Gu Xiaofeng can’t stir up any trouble. I’ve recently gained some insights in my cultivation, and it won’t be long before I step into the Third Level of Meridian Connecting. By then, Gu Xiaofeng will not be a threat, and I might even use the ’Snake Swallowing Elephant’ to annihilate the Gu Family. How does ’Heavenly Fragrance Sect of Linyue’ sound to you?"
Greedy light blazed in Yan Changfeng’s eyes as he imagined the future.
"It does sound good, but wouldn’t it be less troublesome if the Heavenly Fragrance Sect just merged into my Gu Family?"
A voice Yan Changfeng despised deeply came from outside the door, followed by a familiar figure slowly walking in.
Yan Changfeng abruptly stood up, his gaze incredibly sharp as he looked at the figure before him.
"Sect Leader Yan, long time no see."
Gu Xiaofeng looked at Yan Changfeng with a smile, full of provocation.
"Gu Xiaofeng, how did you get in?"
"Naturally, I walked in step by step."
As he spoke, Gu Xiaofeng swayed the long blade in his hand, and droplets of blood dripped down from it.
Yan Changfeng’s face turned extremely grim. It was obvious that Gu Xiaofeng had fought his way up from the foot of the mountain, and with his Upper Third Grades’ cultivation, no gatekeeping disciple could possibly stop him.
"Damn it, Gu Xiaofeng, you really think you’ve got me cornered? Since you’re here, you will never leave." Yan Changfeng laughed mockingly, his killing intent surging to the sky.
Gu Xiaofeng said nothing, simply taking a step forward.
With one step, a violent Qi Force emerged around him.
One step, two steps, three steps...
With each step Gu Xiaofeng took, his aura grew stronger, continually spreading outward.
Circles and layers, eventually even the entire hall could not contain it.
The aura was terrifying, pressing down on all the Heavenly Fragrance Sect elders in the hall until they felt like they were suffocating.
"Is this the terror of an Upper Third Grades Martial Artist?"
"It’s like a mountain crashing down; I... I can’t even circulate my Qi-Blood properly."
"The Gu Family Head truly lives up to his name. Is this what backs his authority over Linyue County?"
The Heavenly Fragrance Sect elders widened their eyes in awe as if it was their first time experiencing the terror and power of an Upper Third Grades Martial Artist up close.
Yan Changfeng snorted coldly, unleashing his own aura, with immense inner breath roaring behind him, standing in opposition to Gu Xiaofeng’s aura.
However, the Heavenly Fragrance Sect elders caught between these two auras felt even more pressured; even moving a bit became difficult.
These elders, who only focused on Qi-Blood, fell into deep despair, finally realizing how massive the gap was between Middle Third Grades and Upper Third Grades.
If condensing Qi-Blood was still within the human realm, then Upper Third Grades Qi Refining Martial Artists had undergone a qualitative transformation, different from ordinary people.
They previously did not believe it, thinking that no matter how strong an Upper Third Grades Martial Artist was, they could be surrounded and taken down by tens or even dozens of Middle Third Grades Qi-Blood Warriors.
But now, they realized how ludicrous that notion was.
What use were even hundreds of Qi-Blood Warriors if they couldn’t move an inch? Talking about surrounding someone was out of the question.
At this moment, Gu Xiaofeng and Yan Changfeng stared each other down from a distance, their auras clashing.
Suddenly, Gu Xiaofeng withdrew his aura, and the Heavenly Fragrance Sect elders, who had been struggling to resist, stumbled, nearly injured by the turbulence in their Qi-Blood.
"Yan Changfeng, your opponent is not me. Someone else is here to deal with you today."
Gu Xiaofeng shifted his position, and Zhong Lin appeared before everyone’s eyes.
"Where did this brat come from..."
Before the words were finished, Zhong Lin, who had been standing still, suddenly made his move. Like a lurking beast, he pounced at Yan Changfeng.
This was "Tiger Pounce," a very simple martial skill among the Lower Third Grades.
No matter how simple a martial skill was, in Zhong Lin’s hands, it was anything but simple. What he wanted was the speed and momentum of this pounce.
It seemed as if everyone around could hear a tiger’s roar, and a vision of a fierce tiger descending the mountain appeared before them.
Yan Changfeng laughed loudly, raising his fists and pounding them out fiercely.
Limbs and a strong spine moved like a drawn bow; fists and kicks flew like arrows and landed like the wind, showcasing his solid foundation.
There was an explosion; the clash of fists created an explosive sound that echoed throughout the hall.
The violent airflow rippled out like waves in water, obliterating tables and chairs in its path. The Heavenly Fragrance Sect elders screamed, spitting blood, and flew backward.
"Hahaha, refreshing, refreshing! This is the martial artist’s greatest strength—the body, the fists, one’s own power. Let’s go again."
Yan Changfeng’s eyes glowed with a faint red tinge, revealing excitement and desire.
Zhong Lin grinned, like a beast ready to devour its prey.
He stepped forward, his body like an arrow, fists like the wind, relying solely on his immense power to press Yan Changfeng into a relentless assault.
Yan Changfeng was not to be outdone, abandoning defense, and clashing fist to fist with Zhong Lin.
It was as if these two were indomitable war gods, with endless, abundant stamina, growing more spirited and stronger as they fought.
The violent power radiated around them, expanding in all directions.
The Heavenly Fragrance Sect elders fled in fear, yet some who were slightly slower were caught in the aftermath of Zhong Lin and Yan Changfeng’s clash, their bodies trembling as they were blown back.
Three elders spat blood simultaneously, rendered unconscious.
Even the slightest waves heavily injured three Qi-Blood-condensing elders.
From a distance, Gu Xiaofeng’s face turned extremely grim, a sense of relief filling his heart.
"Yan Changfeng’s cultivation has grown stronger. How is this possible? How could he progress so quickly?"
From afar, the speed of Zhong Li’s movements increased, the sky filled with fists, endlessly colliding.
The entire Heavenly Sun Sect hall became riddled with holes.
"Hahaha, exhilarating, truly exhilarating! Young man, you are the first person I’ve fought with such joy since I stepped into the Upper Third Grades."
Yan Changfeng seemed very excited.
Zhong Lin shook his slightly numb arm and said, "Your attacks may seem strong and direct, gallant and powerful, but isn’t it because you haven’t practiced Qi Cultivation Martial Techniques?"