Chapter 539: Bloodbath!

Purple Lightning Vajra Palm.

Jiang Feng's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes full of shock.

He is very familiar with this palm technique.

Purple Lightning Vajra Palm, it is also a top-secret skill of Kunlun!

It is a secret not transmitted on Kunlun Mountain; only core disciples are qualified to cultivate it.

However, such a supreme skill, even within Kunlun, only a few people know it; even Jiang Feng has only heard its name, never seen it.

Because this palm technique is too difficult to practice, it requires extraordinary talent and decades of hard work; on Kunlun Mountain, those who can master Purple Lightning Vajra Palm can be counted on one hand.

But looking at this person's proficiency, effortless and able to handle heavy as light, it is obvious he has reached the level of perfection.

Such cultivation, even compared to the realm of his master Xuan Yuan Zhenren before his ascension, might be superior or at least not inferior.

But when has Kunlun ever produced such a terrifying expert?

Jiang Feng's mind was in utter chaos, thoughts racing back and forth.

Although Kunlun is a top-tier ancient sect in the cultivation world with ten-thousand-year foundations, its connections are few and its disciples are scarce.

The old man, Xuan Yuan Zhenren, is even hailed as the number one person of the present age, his power unfathomable; but the old man has no fellow disciples, single-handedly upholding Kunlun.

In his generation, aside from him, none of the several senior martial sisters could possess such strength; although the senior sisters have decent talent, they are only slightly older than him, their cultivation at most around the Heavenly Human Realm, absolutely unable to reach the level of this black-clothed person.

Moreover, he once saw his master use Purple Lightning Vajra Palm once.

That was shortly after he entered the sect; the old man specially performed a set to demonstrate the technique for him to see.

At that time, Jiang Feng only felt the palm wind was fierce and the momentum grand, inspiring awe.

But compared to this person, although it is the same set of techniques, it is completely a different path.

The old man's Purple Lightning Vajra Palm is rigid and overbearing, expansive and contracting, like a mountain pressing down.

But this black-clothed person's Purple Lightning Vajra Palm is yin and inwardly restrained, hiding killing intent, like a dagger sheathed.

It is obvious that this person's power seems even greater!

So who exactly is this person?

Jiang Feng couldn't help but be curious, wanting to ask clearly.

But at this moment, seeing Jiang Feng dazed, that person actually became somewhat angry.

A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes, his voice turning even colder and harder.

"In a life-and-death moment, you dare to wander? Is this also what the Xuan Yuan Sect teaches you?"

Before his words even fell, that person moved again.

His body floated out like a ghost, instantly appearing before Jiang Feng.

This time, he did not use a palm but clenched a fist.

His fist, wrapped in terrifying power, smashed toward Jiang Feng.

The fist wind howled, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp sound.

Jiang Feng recognized this fist.

Kunlun Shaking Heaven Fist!

This is also a top-secret skill of Kunlun, more overbearing than Purple Lightning Vajra Palm, each strike lands on flesh, each punch carries the might to split mountains and shatter stone.

Jiang Feng's face changed drastically, he instinctively raised both hands to block.

But that person's fist was too fast, so fast that Jiang Feng had no time to react.

One punch struck Jiang Feng's left arm.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Jiang Feng's left arm bent at a strange angle, obviously broken.

His body flew backward again, heavily hitting the ground and rolling several times.

Before he could get up, that person had already chased after him.

Another punch.

Struck Jiang Feng's right shoulder.

Crack!

The bone of his right shoulder also broke.

Jiang Feng let out a muffled groan, fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his face as white as paper.

Another punch.

Struck Jiang Feng's chest.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Unknown how many ribs broke simultaneously.

Jiang Feng's body slid across the ground for over ten meters, leaving a long trail of blood.

He lay on the ground, covered in blood, his clothes soaked through.

His mouth spewed blood in large mouthfuls, his face as pale as paper, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

His whole body's bones unknown how many fragments, left hand, right hand, shoulders, chest, almost nowhere intact.

The black-clothed person stood there, looking down at Jiang Feng from above, his eyes showing no expression.

"Kunlun Shaking Heaven Fist, it is also a secret skill of Kunlun."

His voice was very flat, as if stating something very ordinary.

"Did your master teach you this?"

Jiang Feng lay on the ground, panting heavily, saying nothing.

He now clearly understood that no matter who this person was, he had to resist.

Otherwise this person could beat him to death!

He wasn't joking, wasn't trying to scare anyone; he really intended to beat him to death.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and mobilized the Trapped Dragon Power within his body.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from his body.

It was not the aura of a martial artist, not the aura of law, but Dragon Might.

Trapped Dragon Power.

A low, deep Dragon Chant erupted from within Jiang Feng's body, echoing throughout the abandoned factory.

That sound was loud and rich, as if it came down from the nine heavens and also surged up from the Nine Netherworld.

The Dragon Chant made the ground tremble, made the surrounding factory buildings shake, and made the stones on the ground jump.

A golden light burst from within Jiang Feng's body, enveloping him.

The golden light was blindingly bright, like a small sun in the darkness.

His wounds began to heal in the golden light. The fractured bones emitted a creaking sound as they rejoined.

His left arm recovered, his right shoulder recovered, and the ribs on his chest also rejoined.

Jiang Feng climbed up from the ground, his whole body flashing with golden light, the Dragon Chant reverberating around him.

He looked at the black‑clothed person, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

The black‑clothed person looked at him and gave a faint smile.

That smile held a hint of mockery and a hint of contempt.

"You intend to use that Dragon‑Abusing against me?"

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about something ridiculous.

"Kid, you really are disgracing Kunlun!"

Before his words finished, the black‑clothed person moved.

His speed was astonishingly fast, even faster than before.

Jiang Feng only saw a black flash, and that person's fist was already before his face.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, raised his hand and met it with a palm.

Palm and fist collided, emitting a muffled thud.

Jiang Feng's body was flung backward again, but this time he didn't fall; instead he flipped several times in midair and landed steadily on the ground.

But before he could steady his stance, the black‑clothed person pursued again.

One punch, two punches, three punches…

Each punch carried terrifying power, smashing into Jiang Feng's body.

Jiang Feng exerted all his strength to block, but could not stop it at all.

The black‑clothed person's strength was too great, his speed too fast, his techniques too exquisite.

In front of him, Jiang Feng was like a child fighting an adult, utterly unable to strike back.

The two became a tangled mess, with Jiang Feng constantly being beaten down.

He was beaten back repeatedly, the golden light on his body dimming, the Dragon Chant growing weaker.

Blood kept trickling from the corner of his mouth, his clothes were already torn, and his body was covered in bruises and wounds everywhere.

But he did not fall.

He gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, climbing up from the ground time and again, rushing toward the black‑clothed person each time.

The black‑clothed person looked at him, a flicker of complex emotion crossing his eyes.

He stopped his fists, looked at Jiang Feng, and said lightly.

"Still fighting?"

Jiang Feng panted, wiped the blood from his mouth, looked at him, eyes resolute.

"Fight."

The black‑clothed person fell silent for a moment, then spoke.

"You can't beat me."

Jiang Feng looked at him and said, word by word.

"Even if I can't beat you, I will still fight."

The black‑clothed person's eyes shifted slightly.

He did not strike again, but turned his back on Jiang Feng and gazed at the distant night sky.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low.

"Do you know who I am?"