Chapter 443: The Power of an Outsider

Liehuo Fawang panted heavily, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness: "Brat... don't be smug too early. My Red Lotus Sect has vast influence; if you kill me, the sect will surely hunt you to the ends of the earth and leave you without a place to be buried."

Cheng Feng squatted down, leaned close to Liehuo Fawang, and stared at him with cold eyes: "Yo, still being stubborn at a time like this?"

"I wasn't raised to be scared. So what if it's the Red Lotus Sect? I'll kill one if one comes, and I'll kill a pair if two come."

As he spoke, Cheng Feng reached out and began searching Liehuo Fawang's body, wanting to find that Tongti Flower.

Liehuo Fawang struggled desperately, but his injuries were too severe, and he was completely unable to break free from Cheng Feng's hand.

"Brat... you... you dare!" Liehuo Fawang roared.

Cheng Feng said while searching: "What is there that I wouldn't dare? Hand over the item, and perhaps I can give you a quick death."

Soon, Cheng Feng fished an exquisite box from Liehuo Fawang's bosom. Opening it, he saw a flower emitting a strange light lying inside; this must be the Tongti Flower.

Cheng Feng's eyes lit up. He put the box away, then stood up, looked at Liehuo Fawang, and said: "I've got the item, now you can go on your way in peace."

Liehuo Fawang widened his eyes and said in terror: "No... you can't kill me, I... I can give you many benefits, as long as you let me go."

Cheng Feng shook his head and said coldly: "Too late. From the moment you plotted against Zhennan Prince Wang Ji and took this Tongti Flower, your fate was already sealed."

Having said that, Cheng Feng channeled his power and stomped his foot toward Liehuo Fawang's neck. Liehuo Fawang wanted to dodge, but his body would not obey, and he could only watch helplessly as Cheng Feng's foot descended.

With a "Bang!", Liehuo Fawang's neck was crushed like a wooden stick, and blood and bone shards splattered everywhere.

Cheng Feng clapped his hands, packed up Liehuo Fawang's head, and turned to leave.

Just at this moment, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching from this direction.

"Not good, could other experts from the Red Lotus Sect have come?" Cheng Feng thought to himself.

He dared not be careless and hurriedly channeled his Flood Dragon Body, adjusting his state to the peak to prepare for the impending danger.

Unless absolutely necessary, the news about the Sun must be kept for as long as possible.

Looking at the opponent's speed, running away was no longer an option.

Soon, an old man dressed in a red robe appeared in Cheng Feng's line of sight.

This old man was short in stature with a cold expression, his eyes flashing with sharp light, yet he stood still at a distance of ten meters from Cheng Feng.

"Brat? You were the one who killed him?"

While speaking, ignoring martial virtue, the palm in his sleeve unleashed a transparent Gang Qi, like a sharp Sword, heading straight for Cheng Feng's neck.

Cheng Feng was alert in his heart, cursing the old bastard for not observing martial virtue.

Refining the five viscera to nourish the Qi within the chest is the True Qi Realm.

Condensing True Qi to permeate the whole body, utilizing True Qi for swift movement, and defending against Sharp Blades and heavy hammers is comparable to wearing one's own armor.

And gathering all Qi into a single point,

turning the yin-soft into yang-hard,

the Gang Qi is tyrannical and peerless.

This is the Gang-Transformation Realm.

Once the Gang Qi condenses into a true body, transforming Acquired Qi into Innate power,

that is the Martial Dao Innate.

In the Great Zhou, fewer than ten have been recorded on the surface in the last thousand years.

Having stayed in Heimu Prefecture for a while, Cheng Feng had bought plenty of intelligence.

The difficulty of the Martial Dao is evident.

It was one thing that Liehuo Fawang was a half-crippled, super-buffed version.

This, however, was a complete, full-state Gang-Transformation Realm Martial Artist!!

This was simply not within Cheng Feng's expectations.

"Damn it, old schemer."

Cheng Feng immediately dodged to the side, but the Gang Qi followed incessantly.

Cheng Feng had originally wanted to go head-to-head to test the hardness of his Flood Dragon Body,

but this old man directly cut off Cheng Feng's intention to close the distance.

Helpless, he had to change his strategy.

Cheng Feng quickly channeled his Flood Dragon Body, and a faint blue light appeared on his skin, as if a curtain of water were shrouding him.

With a thought, he unleashed his Water Control skill, and the surrounding water vapor rapidly condensed, forming walls of water that blocked the incoming Gang Qi.

Seeing the Gang Qi being blocked after its power was stripped away layer by layer by the water walls, a trace of surprise flashed in the red-robed old man's eyes, and the greed in his eyes grew even stronger: "This is, the power of an Outsider?"

"Is it bloodline or a treasure?"

"Once I take you down, I will naturally know everything."

The old man waved his arms, and the Gang Qi around his body surged, instantly condensing into several Gang Qi blades that hovered in front of him, emitting a sharp aura.

"Go!" the old man gave a low shout, and those Gang Qi blades shot toward Cheng Feng like arrows released from a bow, so fast that they left trails in the air.

Cheng Feng's expression was grave. He channeled his Flood Dragon Body and Water Control skill to the limit, waving his hands continuously to manipulate the surrounding water walls to change shape, attempting to block all the Gang Qi blades.

"Chi chi chi!" The Gang Qi blades collided with the water walls, emitting sharp sounds as water splashed everywhere. Some of the Gang Qi blades pierced through the water walls and stabbed toward Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng moved his body, relying on his agile footwork to dodge the attacks of the Gang Qi blades. But those Gang Qi blades seemed to have a life of their own, chasing him tightly and refusing to let go.

"Damn it! I'm being kited," Cheng Feng cursed inwardly.

Passive dodging like this was no solution.

Cheng Feng spotted an opportunity and, taking advantage of a gap in the Gang Qi blades' attack, charged toward the red-robed old man.

Seeing Cheng Feng charge, the red-robed old man curled his lips into a mocking smile: "Want to get close? You're still too green!"

"Is that how Liehuo was killed by you getting close?"

As Cheng Feng closed in, the red-robed old man retreated violently, the Gang Qi on his body becoming even denser, forming a sturdy Gang Qi shield in front of him.

Cheng Feng rushed to the front of the old man and threw a punch, carrying a whistling wind, which smashed heavily against the Gang Qi shield.

With a loud "Bang!", Cheng Feng felt as if his fist had smashed into a piece of hard steel; a massive rebounding force traveled through it, making his arm go numb.

And this was a fist capable of fighting and defeating a Lianzhan Martial Artist!

Yet the Qi shield only swayed slightly and was not broken.

The old man in the red robe sneered, "Is this all the strength you have? Too weak!" As he spoke, he violently flicked his sleeve, and a powerful surge of Qi swept toward Cheng Feng.

A whip of Qi, both hard and soft, coiled toward Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng dodged and retreated rapidly: "I cannot let you catch me."

"We Martial Artists have clear hearts; as long as one wants to leave, the path lies beneath one's feet."

Seeing Cheng Feng trying to run, the old man in red instead closed in on him.

He was like a piece of taffy, impossible to shake off no matter what.

Cheng Feng was speechless; he could neither win the fight nor shake him off.

What kind of situation was this?