Chapter 43: Kill them all, the forbidden technique is in hand

Fan Mang and the others gathered together.

Initially, seeing Qin Feng unleash a killing spree left them frightened; later, when Grandmaster Fan appeared to pursue and kill him, they felt relieved.

But the changes that followed happened too quickly.

First a rabbit demon appeared, then immediately an avian demon, and a red-clad woman also showed up; these few strong experts made their scalps go numb.

Before they could observe further, a great fog rose and spread around.

In a short time they could barely see their own hands, a deep chill lingered, they felt uneasy, and they gathered together to guard against any change.

They also waited for the outcome.

If Qin Feng did not die, they would be unable to rest or eat in peace.

"How is Little Ding?" Fan Mang asked.

"The injury has stabilized." Xiang Rong's heavy heart eased a little, "Thanks to your elixir, old man; otherwise we'd really be in trouble."

He again showed a ferocious expression: "That little beast struck too hard, nearly blasting Ding'er to pieces. How could he be this strong? Just a celestial phenomena inheritance—it's impossible for him to reach this level."

"Perhaps he took some elixir!" Fan Mang said gloomily.

Yet his eyes flashed with a strange light.

At that moment, he suddenly turned his head upon seeing Qin Feng arrive here, and exclaimed in shock: "You're actually not dead!"

"Even if you die, I won't die!"

"Flash step!"

"Inch punch!"

Qin Feng arrived here, shouting as he closed in; his heart pounded like a war drum, his blood surged like a raging river, and vital energy mist burst from his head, shaking the fog.

Nine-turn body-tempering power, twentyfold gene, plus true Qi focused on the fist, the inch punch's double burst—this let a single punch unleash heaven-shaking force.

Boom—

The fist let out a howl, making Fan Mang's face show horror, yet there was nowhere to dodge.

He couldn't even unleash the forbidden technique; he could only push out a palm, forming a true Qi barrier about a chi long, but the punch shattered it.

This punch was too terrifying for Fan Mang to bear; his hand shattered, his arm exploded, and he cried out as he was flung backward.

"Come back here!"

Qin Feng stepped forward, grabbed the opponent's ankle, yanked him back, squeezed hard to crush the ankle, then slammed him violently to the ground.

It nearly shocked Fan Mang to death.

Extending his fingers like a sword, he pointed downward and crippled Fan Mang's other leg.

Then with a big palm strike he shattered the opponent's dantian qi sea, abolishing his cultivation—saving him the trouble of suicide.

"Your turn!" Qin Feng looked toward Xiang Rong.

"Uncle nephew, head of the Qin Family, wait, wait!" Xiang Rong also reacted, unable to hide his fearful expression.

"That's Fan Mang."

A Quasi-Grandmaster expert was actually crippled in a snap of the fingers!

Although it felt unbelievable, they had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"I'll offer all the Xiang Family's wealth, please spare me!" Seeing Qin Feng's eyes boiling with killing intent, Xiang Rong swallowed his humiliation and had no choice but to plead.

"Too late!" Qin Feng raised a finger.

The Three Appearances Sword Finger's edge was even more terrifying—like a swift meteor it flashed and arrived instantly; though Xiang Rong had prepared, drawing his longsword to block, his sword nearly got shaken from his hand.

His arms trembled.

"How can he be this strong?" Xiang Rong was horrified, his pupils constricted, he merely shifted his body slightly, yet did not dodge the second strike.

His chest was pierced straight through.

Pfft—

Immediately Qin Feng poked again, piercing the opponent's brow.

Xiang Family head Xiang Rong, dead!

"Your turn now!"

Qin Feng stood still, yet his hands flew, his two index fingers successively pointing out, releasing strands of condensed substantive sword qi.

His meridians now possess flexibility and breadth far beyond ordinary people.

The quality of his true Qi is no less than that of a Grandmaster expert.

The power of the Three Appearances Sword Finger released from his ultimate art is so strong that even a ninth‑rank martial artist cannot resist it.

In just a moment, all the surrounding strong experts were blown away by him. "Satisfying!" Qin Feng exhaled a turbid breath, venting the resentment from being hunted.

His gaze swept over, and he came before Xiang Ding, who was still in a coma, though his complexion had somewhat recovered.

"You should have been a heaven‑chosen prodigy; even if you grew step by step, you could someday command the world. Too bad you provoked my Qin Family, and me." Staring at Xiang Ding, Qin Feng's expression showed a hint of complexity.

"He is truly a genius."

"A true genius."

When the double pupil appears, it's like heavenly might—even a Quasi‑Grandmaster would probably be unable to withstand it.

"The double pupil is inherently an invincible path!"

Qin Feng couldn't help but smile; he kicked, breaking the opponent's neck, then reached out and gouged out his eyes.

Another kick shattered his chest.

A third kick crushed his skull.

Then with a sweeping palm he gathered true Qi and slammed down hard, blasting him into a mist of blood.

"If even this doesn't kill him, then there's no justice!"

Facing such an opponent, Qin Feng instinctively felt a bit nervous.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and communicated with the system: "Double pupils are one of the advancement conditions; can I first absorb and store them?"

【Can!】

Having obtained the answer he wanted, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel great joy.

He quickly had the system absorb it.

Otherwise, carrying a pair of eyeballs would be too creepy and hard to preserve.

Qin Feng came before the crippled Fan Mang.

"You actually killed Xiang Ding—you deserve to die, you truly deserve to die!" The killing intent in Fan Mang's eyes almost solidified: "Do you know what achievements he will have in the future? He is very likely to become a Martial Saint, a Martial Saint—that is the pinnacle of humanity. Even now, he is valued by a Heavenly Phenomenon Realm expert, who plans to take him as a disciple, yet you have killed him. Qin Feng, you little beast, you deserve to die, you truly deserve to die!"

Pff—

Qin Feng clenched his hand, condensed qi into a blade, and with a swing in midair, he severed the opponent's palm.

Fan Mang screamed again in agony.

Pff-pff-pff—

Qin Feng squatted down, continued swinging, chopping off inch by inch from the wrist up to the shoulder, causing Fan Mang pain so intense he nearly died.

"You demon!" Fan Mang spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

"Why did your Fan clan kill my parents?" Qin Feng asked.

"You won't know even after you go to hell!" Fan Mang said coldly.

Qin Feng again condensed qi into a blade and began to chop off the opponent's toes.

One by one.

"Why?"

Each time he chopped off one, he asked a question.

"I am a martial artist, a Ninth Grade Quasi Grand Master, with will like iron; this level of injury cannot affect an ordinary person, so what do I have to fear!" Fan Mang's face was bloodless, his teeth shattered, yet he remained extremely resolute: "Even if you scrape me three thousand times, you'll never get me to tell you. Qin Feng, I tell you clearly, you will die—no one can save you."

"Before I die, I will first go to State City and exterminate your Fan clan, leaving not even a chicken or dog." Qin Feng said with a light smile.

Fan Mang's pupils constricted.

Thinking of Qin Feng's ruthlessness and heartlessness, he couldn't help but tremble.

"My Fan clan has grand masters, more than one!" Fan Mang again said firmly, "And within State City, you can go wherever you want!"

"The grand master of your clan who just chased and tried to kill me is already dead!" Qin Feng added.

Fan Mang's breath hitched.

He closed his eyes.

Qin Feng continued to chop.

His left foot completely disappeared.

Causing Fan Mang pain so intense he felt like he was dying and coming back to life.

"If you won't tell me, fine!" Qin Feng paused slightly, "Then tell me the cultivation details of the Seven Section Severed Pulse Technique; I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, heh heh, I'll dig out several ant nests and put them on you, and send a few long worms into your belly."

Fan Mang trembled, a flash of struggle crossed his face, and he finally spoke.

(End of chapter)