Chapter 45: The Death of Ling Chuanfeng

Yan Buji looked at the people present and couldn't help but laugh.

"Everyone, do you know why I, Yan Buji, have hidden in Lin Shan Cheng for so many years and yet possess this power?"

"You...."

"That's because I have made all the preparations!"

As he spoke, Yan Buji's figure suddenly vanished, erupting at a speed countless times more terrifying than before, appearing before a master as if a ghostly shadow.

The person was terrified, and just as he raised a hand to block, Yan Buji smashed his head with a single punch!

Red and white matter splattered, the surrounding masters jumped in fright, and Ling Chuanfeng hurried to Kūn Gate Master's side, staring at him gravely.

"Evil demon, heretic, everyone must eradicate him!" Kūn Gate Master's complexion changed; judging from the power Yan Buji unleashed after taking the pill, he is no weaker than some newly entered Heavenly Human Realm cultivators!

"Evil demon, heretic? Are you talking about me?"

Yan Buji brushed the red and white on his face, then stuck out his tongue to savor it.

"The rules belong only to the strong; morality is fit only to bind the weak. I am not weak."

As he spoke, Yan Buji surged forward again, and Kūn Gate Master instantly roared with anger:

"Good thief! Meet your death!"

The two clashed again; seeing that Kūn Gate Master had truly engaged, surrounded by a pressure that now felt heavy to him, Yan Buji chuckled lightly:

"Fist Intent?"

"Killing Fist·Pojun!"

Yan Buji's eyes reddened as he saw this ruthless Heavenly Human Realm supreme's strike, capable of shaking mountains and rivers, a terrifying force like a colossal fist descending from the heavens striking his face, causing his excited body to tremble uncontrollably!

"Old fool, you can take my punch too!"

Boom!

At the instant their fists met, the ground beneath them cracked, sand and stones flew, and the surrounding masters, witnessing the scene, were horrified and deeply drawn to the figure whose power resisted Kūn Gate Master's killing move!

Truly the top evil skill of the Kūn Dao's martial world, truly the demon, Yan Buji!

Having trained with dragon roars and tiger roars, unafraid of swords and spears, even this simple qi-and-blood force can clash with Kūn Gate Master's killing move without disadvantage—could this man truly be a master's pinnacle?!

Incredible!

Although many cultivators were filled with terror, some couldn't help but believe that the Blood Essence Skill truly is a divine manual capable of surpassing the heavens against foes!

After the roar, the two quickly separated. Kūn Gate Master's face flushed with an abnormal red hue, while Yan Buji seemed affected by the internal qi Fist Intent, his aura suddenly waning.

Seeing this, Kūn Gate Master realized that alone he truly could not subdue Yan Buji, and shouted to those around:

"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Join forces to kill the demon!"

As he spoke, Kūn Gate Master stepped forward again, and the other masters exchanged glances and immediately followed.

After all, if it's just a raid, the risk isn't great.

But if they happen to slay the demon, it would be a great achievement!

Yan Buji, surrounded by a pack of wolves and under siege, remained unafraid, his face breaking into a wild grin:

"Hahaha, old fool, you really can't handle it! You lose in one-on-one, so you call others to join!"

"Hmph, dealing with a demon like you requires no chivalry, and besides, I am no wanderer! Kill!" Kūn Gate Master sneered.

As long as one can kill the enemy, who cares about reputation?

Only the weak are burdened by fame!

Yan Buji nodded, looking at Kūn Gate Master differently: "So people like us are the real ones, living only for our own desires. If a person loses desire, how are they any different from trees or rocks?"

As he spoke, Yan Buji slipped aside, seized a fast‑greedy master's wrist; the master had intended a surprise attack but found Yan Buji gave no opening even under Kūn Gate Master's furious assault!

Snap!

After a palm shattered the man's skull, Yan Buji saw Kūn Gate Master's increasingly cold expression, and noticing the surrounding masters hesitated, he laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, old fool, your fist isn't hard enough! It can't suppress this demon nor the panicked hearts of righteous warriors!"

As he spoke, Yan Buji advanced instead of retreating; Kūn Gate Master's pupils narrowed as he hurried to catch Yan Buji's incoming punch.

But Yan Buji's fist suddenly opened, and a small bottle flew toward him!

Oh no!

When?

Was it the moment he slipped aside during Master Wu Liu's surprise attack?!

Kūn Gate Master's complexion changed dramatically, and he immediately sealed his ears, nose, and mouth, while internal qi surged endlessly.

But the bottle didn't hit him; it struck the ground and suddenly burst into a plume of purple smoke!

"What is this?"

"Aphrodisiac Pill?!"

"Bad, I can't control my qi and blood!"

"My few strikes are also lost! Damn! My Childish Skill! Aaaah!!"

Shouts of varying volume came from the surrounding cultivators, especially the one practicing Childish Skill who, due to Yuan Yang leaking his body, could not gather internal qi for a short time.

The Aphrodisiac Pill is not poison; rather, it is a good medicine that invigorates qi and blood.

Because of this, they sealed their orifices but forgot the few nodes that regulate qi and blood flow; smelling or touching the smoke makes the body react on its own.

Even internal‑qi body protection is useless!

Moreover, Yan Buji's pill is not ordinary; it was taken from Zhou Hua's residence, and it is said even a hundred‑year‑old would react.

Sure enough, Yan Buji's move frightened everyone, who fled the smoke.

But at this moment Yan Buji, mercilessly justified, burst out of the smoke and first targeted the unlucky practitioner of Childish Skill, smashing his heart meridian with a palm strike to the back!

Immediately, Yan Buji seized the chance to chase down several masters attempting to flee, cutting down many on the battlefield on the spot!

When Kūn Gate Master finally suppressed the pill's effect and left the smoke, he saw corpses littering the ground, his face turning even darker.

Traitor, you're truly vicious!

Hmph, old fogey, this vial of medicine cost me over a thousand taels of gold, exchanging it for your lives—worth it. Yan Buji gave a strange smile, his smile growing increasingly wicked and frenzied.

Only four masters remained on the field, Ling Chuanfeng among them, his expression wavering as he looked at the Kūn Gate Master, his heart filled with extreme worry.

The Kūn Gate Master gave a glance, and Ling Chuanfeng lightly nodded in acknowledgment.

This scene naturally fell into Yan Buji's eyes; at the moment it seemed a bit strange, but since Ling Chuanfeng had never directly attacked him from the start, it must merely be a hidden killing move of the Kūn Gate Master.

It doesn't matter.

You have a killing move, but I don't?

Yan Buji pressed several points on the acupoints all over his body, temporarily sealing the wounded spots, and forcibly guided the internal qi from his dantian out!

You! What demonic art is this?! the Kūn Gate Master exclaimed in disbelief.

When you die by my hand, King Yan will surely tell you!

Yan Buji snorted coldly, demonic internal qi surging around him, terrifying beyond measure. He charged forward, heedless of the few masters around, and unleashed the killing move he had comprehended through the Mingwang Prison-Suppressing Art straight ahead!

Only saw Yan Buji thrust a single hand forward, pushing out a palm! In an instant, demonic qi roiled, the surrounding air seeming to twist, all converging toward the direction of his palm!

Demon-Subduing Seal Technique? Buddhist martial arts?! the Kūn Gate Master naturally recognized the origin of this palm technique, or seal method, but seeing the internal qi utterly demonic, there was no trace of Buddhist martial arts.

At that moment, the Kūn Gate Master was also shocked, gritting his teeth as he mobilized his internal qi and slammed it forward!

Boom!

This time, Yan Buji did not retreat; instead, the Kūn Gate Master's internal qi, mobilized in an instant, could not suppress the medicinal power, and amid internal and external troubles he could not even block for a moment before being sent flying over ten meters by Yan Buji's strike!

Old Zhao!! Ling Chuanfeng roared, hurriedly catching the Kūn Gate Master from midair, his eyes full of shock.

Yan Buji glanced at them lightly, making no move.

The Kūn Gate Master gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, then let out a long sigh:

You immortal old fool, now I truly owe you a favor.

If you'd done this earlier, it would have been fine? Being beaten like this by a junior of the jianghu, even in death I'll laugh at you for a lifetime. Ling Chuanfeng laughed loudly, his black hair instantly turning white, his whole body seeming drained, turning into a desiccated corpse that collapsed to the ground.

A flash of shock passed through Yan Buji's eyes.

Did Ling Chuanfeng just die like that?

What... internal art is this?!

Upon seeing the Kūn Gate Master, who had last made contact with Ling Chuanfeng, instantly erupt with an aura even more terrifying than before, Yan Buji's heart sank at once.

The Kūn Gate Master let out a long sigh: 'Ling Chuanfeng's family-secret supreme art, the Eternal Spring Technique, not only can prolong one's life, but at critical moments it can expend one's cultivation to save a life.'

Yan Buji laughed loudly: 'Hahaha, old fogey, turns out my palm can actually kill you!'

The Kūn Gate Master shook his head: 'Had I been ten years younger, you would never be a match. You're merely relying on youth, brat!'

Measure your own worth, old fogey!