This palm strike contained all his anger and killing intent; the wind from the palm howled, and the surrounding air was compressed into a sharp whistling sound.

Xiao Feng's eyes, however, remained unusually calm.

His entire body was filled with immortal power surging like a tide.

He stood with his feet slightly apart and his hands crossed in front of his chest.

Steady as a rock!

"Well done!" Xiao Feng shouted, his muscles tensing like a fully drawn bow.

Just as Feng Luo's palm strike was about to land on Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng suddenly pushed his arms outward, and an invisible barrier of immortal energy instantly formed in front of him.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, producing a deafening explosion.

The shockwave spread outwards, uprooting the surrounding trees and sending sand and stones flying everywhere—a truly astonishing scene.

Feng Luo was pushed back several steps by the force of the recoil, an expression of disbelief on his face.

He stared intently at Xiao Feng, gritting his teeth as he said, "You despicable and shameless bastard, you actually stole my techniques! You have no shame whatsoever, you are unworthy of being a cultivator!"

Xiao Feng sneered, brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeves, and said calmly, "That's a misconception. The path of cultivation emphasizes diligent study and practice, and learning from the virtuous. I merely used a little trick and imitated what others did. How can that be called stealing?"

Xiao Feng snorted coldly, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, looked directly at Feng Luo, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You really think you can kill me?" Xiao Feng's voice was deep: "My strength is above yours!"

As he spoke, Xiao Feng waved his hands, and a surge of powerful immortal energy coursed around him.

Feng Luo was stunned by this sudden aura and couldn't help but take a half step back.

He stared wide-eyed at Xiao Feng in disbelief.

"You...how could you..." Feng Luo stammered, his arrogance replaced by fear.

Xiao Feng took a step forward with a cold smile.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to pierce through Feng Luo.

"Senior Brother Feng, didn't you want to kill me? Come on!" Xiao Feng spread his arms, adopting a submissive posture: "I'd like to see if you have the guts!"

Feng Luo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

To kill or not to kill?

After all, the person in front of us is indeed very powerful!

Just as Feng Luo was hesitating, Xiao Feng suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! You've finally met your match?"

Xiao Feng laughed so hard he bent over backwards.

These words thoroughly enraged Feng Luo.

He roared, his immortal power surging, and charged towards Xiao Feng.

"You little bastard, I'm going to risk everything to teach you a lesson today!"

This palm strike contained all his anger and killing intent; the wind from the palm howled, and the surrounding air was compressed into a sharp whistling sound.

Xiao Feng's eyes, however, remained unusually calm.

His entire body was filled with immortal power surging like a tide.

He stood with his feet slightly apart and his hands crossed in front of his chest.

Steady as a rock!

"Well done!" Xiao Feng shouted, his muscles tensing like a fully drawn bow.

Just as Feng Luo's palm strike was about to land on Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng suddenly pushed his arms outward, and an invisible barrier of immortal energy instantly formed in front of him.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, producing a deafening explosion.

The shockwave spread outwards, uprooting the surrounding trees and sending sand and stones flying everywhere—a truly astonishing scene.

Feng Luo was pushed back several steps by the force of the recoil, an expression of disbelief on his face.

He stared intently at Xiao Feng, gritting his teeth as he said, "You despicable and shameless bastard, you actually stole my techniques! You have no shame whatsoever, you are unworthy of being a cultivator!"

Xiao Feng sneered, brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeves, and said calmly, "That's a misconception. The path of cultivation emphasizes diligent study and practice, and learning from the virtuous. I merely used a little trick and imitated what others did. How can that be called stealing?"

Xiao Feng snorted coldly, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, looked directly at Feng Luo, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You really think you can kill me?" Xiao Feng's voice was deep: "My strength is above yours!"

As he spoke, Xiao Feng waved his hands, and a surge of powerful immortal energy coursed around him.

Feng Luo was stunned by this sudden aura and couldn't help but take a half step back.

He stared wide-eyed at Xiao Feng in disbelief.

"You...how could you..." Feng Luo stammered, his arrogance replaced by fear.

Xiao Feng took a step forward with a cold smile.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to pierce through Feng Luo.

"Senior Brother Feng, didn't you want to kill me? Come on!" Xiao Feng spread his arms, adopting a submissive posture: "I'd like to see if you have the guts!"

Feng Luo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

To kill or not to kill?

After all, the person in front of us is indeed very powerful!

Just as Feng Luo was hesitating, Xiao Feng suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! You've finally met your match?"

Xiao Feng laughed so hard he bent over backwards.

These words thoroughly enraged Feng Luo.

He roared, his immortal power surging, and charged towards Xiao Feng.

"You little bastard, I'm going to risk everything to teach you a lesson today!"

With a light step, Feng Luo sped towards Xiao Feng like a ghost.

He flipped his right hand, and three gleaming silver needles appeared in his palm.

This is Feng Luo's secret weapon, the Soul-Eating Needle.

"Xiao Feng, prepare to die!"

Feng Luo grinned maliciously, flicked his wrist, and three Soul-Devouring Needles shot towards Xiao Feng's vital points like meteors.

This Soul-Devouring Needle is made from extremely rare essence of souls, and it can not only penetrate a cultivator's protective true qi but also directly attack their soul.

If struck, one's cultivation will at best regress, and at worst, one's soul will collapse and one will die.

Seeing the Soul-Devouring Needle coming, Xiao Feng had no choice but to hastily circulate his spiritual power to barely form a thin spiritual power barrier in front of him.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

After three soft sounds, Xiao Feng felt dizzy and his spiritual energy surged within him.

He looked closely and saw that the spiritual energy barrier had been pierced with three small holes by the Soul-Devouring Needle. If he hadn't reacted in time, he probably would have been seriously injured by this hidden weapon.

"What a vicious hidden weapon!" Xiao Feng was secretly shocked, and at the same time, he was furious at Feng Luo's despicable behavior.

Feng Luo was not discouraged when his first wave of attacks failed.

He sneered and flashed to Xiao Feng's side.

His five fingers, like hooks, reached out to grab Xiao Feng's throat.

Although Xiao Feng's cultivation level was not high, his reaction was extremely fast.

He leaned back sharply, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

At the same time, he kicked out with his right foot, hitting Feng Luo squarely in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

Feng Luo was kicked back a few steps, a look of pain flashing across his face.

He never expected that Xiao Feng, who was usually ignorant and incompetent, would actually have some skills.

"Looks like I underestimated you." Feng Luo sneered. "But do you think you can beat me like this?"

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Luo had already lunged forward again.