Chapter 5 – The Power of Sword Intent’s Prototype! One Strike to Kill Du Feng!
The moment Gu Yang spoke those words…
Du Feng’s eyes widened in rage, veins bulging.
A terrifying surge of blood energy erupted from his body, unleashing oppressive force all around.
Beside him, the other Baiyang Sect disciple trembled under the pressure, face pale as a sheet.
Du Feng glared at Gu Yang, his eyes filled with murderous fury.
“What, still waiting for me to kill myself?”
Gu Yang remained unfazed, his tone dripping with scorn.
Fury now consuming him, Du Feng’s killing intent erupted to its peak. He said nothing more.
His blood surged violently as he charged toward Gu Yang, raising his palm and bringing it down toward Gu Yang’s head.
Had that strike landed, Gu Yang would’ve been half-dead on the spot!
But Du Feng didn’t want Gu Yang to die so easily.
He wanted to torture him—break his bones inch by inch, slice his flesh piece by piece, make him suffer endlessly before dying in agony.
A deranged gleam flashed through his eyes.
Gu Yang’s expression remained calm. He waved his hand casually.
A burst of raw power knocked Du Feng away.
Du Feng stumbled back several steps, shock written all over his face.
This brat… such terrifying strength?
Sure, he hadn’t been on guard, which was why he got thrown off—but even so, that strength clearly wasn’t something a mere tenth-stage Body Refining cultivator should possess.
Looks like he’s a genius too.
He dared to provoke him.
That only meant one thing—death.
“That’s all your attack’s got? And you call yourself the number one outer sect genius of Baiyang Sect?”
Gu Yang looked at Du Feng with detached indifference, eyes brimming with disdain.
That remark pushed Du Feng into a frenzy.
“Sharp-tongued bastard!”
“If you’re that eager to die, let me help you!”
With a furious roar, Du Feng drew the longsword from his waist.
A piercing sword cry rang out.
The Baiyang Sect disciple nearby lit up with excitement.
It’s here, it’s here!
Senior Brother Du’s trump card!
A top-tier human-grade sword technique—mastered to perfection!
The disciple’s heart pounded as he stared at Gu Yang like he was already a corpse.
Even a Qi Condensation cultivator couldn’t withstand this move…
Let alone some Body Refining tenth-stage trash from Liu Yun Sect.
That guy’s dead meat!
Du Feng’s aura surged to its limit, his figure darting toward Gu Yang once more.
“Sword Cry: Soaring Rainbow!”
With a thunderous shout, he unleashed the full force of his technique—the sword glowing with lethal brilliance as it slashed downward!
The force crashed toward Gu Yang like a falling mountain.
The sheer intensity of the aura alone would’ve sent most cultivators fleeing in fear.
But Gu Yang stood calmly at the heart of it, unmoving.
He didn’t even flinch, as if ready to take the attack head-on.
Du Feng’s eyes flared with killing intent.
He’s not even dodging? Is he mad?!
Even Qi Condensation cultivators wouldn’t dare take this head-on—what makes this Body Refining brat think he can?
With that, Du Feng cast aside all restraint.
You’re so confident? Fine—I’ll show you what this move can do!
His expression twisted with madness as he poured every ounce of strength into the strike.
The technique’s power surged without reserve.
He had once used this very move to kill a first-stage Qi Condensation cultivator.
Even they had despaired before that terrifying blow.
He no longer cared about torturing Gu Yang.
Because Gu Yang’s strength wasn’t weak—and he had no guarantee of an overwhelming victory.
—he’d just kill him outright!
At that moment, Du Feng could already picture Gu Yang’s miserable death beneath his sword.
A victorious smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
As the blade drew near—
Gu Yang raised a brow, an odd look on his face.
“The aura’s fierce enough, and the technique looks flashy… but that’s all it is.”
As the strike reached him, Gu Yang finally moved.
He drew his own sword, the Fierce Wind Blade, and slashed in return—rudimentary sword intent swirling faintly along the edge.
A crisp metallic chime rang out.
Du Feng’s sword—snapped clean in half.
Then, without slowing, Gu Yang’s blade swept across Du Feng’s neck.
With a sickening slice, Du Feng’s throat was cut. His head flew through the air, blood spraying wildly.
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After finishing him off, Gu Yang turned his gaze toward the other side.
There, the Baiyang Sect disciple stood paralyzed with fear, trembling as he stared at the gruesome scene.
“D-Du… Senior Brother Du is… dead?!”
His face twisted in horror.
The man he thought invincible within their realm—killed in one strike?!
How was that possible?!
But as Gu Yang approached—
—the disciple instantly dropped to his knees.
“Big Bro! Senior! I didn’t mean to offend you—it was all Du Feng! He forced me! Please spare me…”
He kowtowed again and again, begging for his life.
But before he could even finish—
—Gu Yang’s palm had already landed on his head.
Blood sprayed from the disciple’s body as he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Having slain Du Feng and the other two Baiyang Sect disciples, Gu Yang didn’t leave right away.
Instead, he searched their bodies.
They were outer sect elites, after all—surely they had some valuables?
Gu Yang smiled as he retrieved two first-grade treasure herbs and two lower-grade spirit stones from Du Feng’s body.
But to his disappointment, the other two had nothing. Not even a scrap.
That… he hadn’t expected.
Afterward, Bai Yu adjusted the age of the Qi Condensation Grass to ten years.
But seeing no major change, he shook his head.
Ten years just isn’t enough for rare herbs…
Though a little disappointed, Gu Yang didn’t dwell on it.
As long as he could break through to the Qi Condensation Realm, he could extend the adjustment period to a hundred years.
That would open up far more possibilities!
With that, Gu Yang didn’t waste time.
He continued deeper into Blackwind Forest, hunting beasts and searching for more treasure herbs.