Qi Fei's eyes widened, and he angrily questioned, "Chen Feng, how dare you be so bold as to kill so many brothers in our hunting group and cripple my brother? Aren't you afraid of death?"

He was filled with anger and regret. He had thought he could easily deal with Chen Feng, but he ended up in a passive situation.

Chen Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile: "Hmph, you greedy bastards, all you know how to do is bully the weak. Today it's finally your turn to taste what it's like to be hunted down."

His voice revealed a disdain and mockery, as if he was extremely disgusted by Qi Fei and the others' behavior.

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't you want to kill me? Are you allowed to kill me but I can't kill you?"

"I've wanted to deal with your Qi family for a long time, but I haven't had the chance. Now that you've actually come forward, I have no choice but to grant your wish," Chen Feng said coldly.

“Uncle Zhou, don’t waste words with him. Let’s kill him together. Maybe Ah Xiang’s hands and feet can be reattached when we get back.”

Qi Fei said to Lao Zhou with a ferocious look on his face, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Then, without hesitation, he swung his longsword and, together with Lao Zhou, launched an attack on Chen Feng.

Qi Fei and Lao Zhou rushed towards Chen Feng from the left and right sides respectively, their movements swift and decisive.

Old Zhou whispered, "Flowing Wind Sword Technique!"

As he finished speaking, he brandished his longsword, instantly creating a dense array of sword shadows.

These sword shadows are like a gentle breeze, seemingly soft, but they contain a sharp sword aura that makes people feel a chill.

At the same time, Qi Fei was equally defiant, roaring, "Iron backer!"

Then, he gathered all his strength into his arms and charged forward with all his might.

The impact was as heavy as a mountain of steel, giving people an irresistible sense of oppression.

This is their family's inherited C-level martial art, and its power is astonishing.

"The Devouring Mystic Technique".

"Flying Flower Sword Technique"

"Lingxi Finger".

Chen Feng snorted coldly, a disdainful smile appearing on his lips, his eyes becoming sharp and resolute.

Without hesitation, he unleashed the mental shock technique from the Devouring Mystic Arts, and a powerful mental force erupted instantly, sweeping towards his two opponents like a surging tide.

At the same time, Chen Feng's hands moved swiftly, his Flying Flower Sword Technique as light and agile as dancing flower petals. With flashing sword shadows, it carried a sharp aura as it swiftly stabbed towards the enemy.

With a light tap of his fingers, the Spiritual Finger Technique was unleashed swiftly like a storm, each sharp finger strike shooting towards the opponent like lightning.

Although Chen Feng later focused on cultivating the Sword Qi Storm and absorbed the essence of the Flying Flower Sword Technique from it, he did not forget the sword techniques and finger techniques he had once mastered.

These skills were already deeply ingrained in his mind, becoming his powerful weapons in battle.

Even though these skills are no longer displayed on the skill panel, Chen Feng can still use them flexibly based on his memory and experience, demonstrating amazing combat power.

His movements were fluid and natural, as if he were one with his surroundings, and each attack contained endless potential and power.

At this moment, Chen Feng demonstrated his multifaceted combat abilities, including not only a powerful mental impact but also superb swordsmanship and finger techniques, making it difficult to predict his next move.

His attacks were as dense as a storm, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

"ah--"

"ah--"

Old Zhou and Qi Fei both let out a scream at the same time. Their faces turned deathly pale, and their eyes showed terror, as if they had seen something horrific.

The two men froze, their attacks vanished instantly, and they involuntarily rushed towards Chen Feng.

"Swish swish——"

Chen Feng's movements did not pause at all. In an instant, the long sword in his hand thrust out five sword flowers, enveloping Lao Zhou under all the sword flowers.

Each sword flower carried a sharp sword aura, making it impossible for Lao Zhou to dodge.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Feng stabbed more than ten deep wounds into Lao Zhou's body, and blood splattered out, staining his clothes red.

At the same time, Chen Feng flicked his left fingers, sending out several wisps of wind. These wisps of wind, like sharp arrows, pierced directly through Qi Fei's shoulders and chest.

Qi Fei's body was pierced by the wind, leaving five or six bloody holes, with blood gushing out from his body from both front and back.

"ah--"

After a long while, the two finally recovered from the terrifying mental shock, only to find themselves covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

The sudden, intense pain made them scream in agony, their cries even more pitiful than Qi Xiang's earlier ones.

"He's a psychic! Run!"

Old Zhou was the first to come to his senses, shouting in terror before turning and fleeing the scene without hesitation, completely disregarding the safety of the two brothers, Qi Fei and Qi Xiang.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: he was afraid that he would also perish here today.