However, Han Feng wiped out the vanguard forces of many sects, making many major sects in Lingzhou feel that this was unusual.
How could someone with only a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation level kill so many half-step Mahayana cultivators? There must be something fishy about this.
No secrets stay hidden forever; the news that he possessed the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword quickly spread.
His share was also included. The strange phenomenon caused by Han Feng drawing the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword was witnessed by many cultivators in Lingzhou in Tiannan.
Even if these people didn't understand at the time, they could immediately understand after someone analyzed it for them.
Han Feng was doing this on purpose; the more chaotic the major sects in Lingzhou were, the more advantageous it would be for him.
“These three are all well-established Mahayana stage cultivators: Tianji Daoren of the Taiqing Sect, Jin Yeyang, the Golden Crow Clan Chief of the Tianyao Sect, and Leng Hanmei, the Sect Master of the Duanqing Sect,” Feng Yu’er introduced.
"It's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet. I've offended all three of them," Han Feng said with a smile.
"We should be prepared. These three are definitely not here with good intentions."
"Don't be afraid, it's just a simple negotiation. As long as we don't make a move, they won't dare to."
"I hope so."
Han Feng felt there was no need to be afraid.
With his current strength, he cannot contend against the entire Lingzhou.
However, he was more than capable of fighting these three with the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword.
Hopefully, these three won't go too far, or today will be their day of reckoning.
This was Han Feng's worst-case scenario, but the best he could do was stall the three of them and buy more time.
What Han Feng lacks most right now is time. He needs a time-based life simulation to raise his cultivation to the Mahayana stage.
Although Han Feng remained quite calm, Feng Yu'er was not optimistic and insisted on meeting the three of them with him.
Feng Yu'er felt that as the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the three Mahayana cultivators would show her some leniency.
As the three Mahayana periods were about to arrive, one person arrived first.
This person was an old acquaintance of Han Feng's; he was Feng Li, the disciple of Tianji Daoren.
"Have Han Feng come to the door to greet the guests. My master, Tianji Daoren, and two Mahayana stage grandmasters are coming."
Feng Li barged into Yellow Maple Valley, his words extremely arrogant.
"Our ancestor is currently in seclusion, and everyone must wait for him to emerge," the gatekeeper elder said with dissatisfaction.
"Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that?"
Feng Li flew into a rage and reached out to strike the gatekeeper elder.
After possessing the body, he cultivated for a period of time and made great progress in his cultivation. At this time, his realm was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
The gatekeeper elder was only at the Nascent Soul stage; if Feng Li struck him with this palm, he would be crippled if not killed.
But Feng Li's palm didn't land at all; instead, he was flipped over by a powerful force and sent flying backward.
Who is it?
Feng Li roared in anger.
That force was too strong; I was thrown around and my head was bleeding profusely, and several bones were broken.
"I thought it was someone else, but it's my old acquaintance Feng Li. How come you're still as useless as ever after all this time?" Han Feng said with a smile as he walked out.
"Han Feng, you're about to face a great calamity, yet you still dare to be so arrogant. My master, Master Tianji, and two other Mahayana cultivators are about to arrive at Huangfeng Valley. Your death is imminent," Feng Li said through gritted teeth.
"My cultivation is two major realms higher than yours, so you shouldn't be calling me Senior Han, right?"
"Calling you Senior Han? Do you think you're worthy of that title?"
"You think I can't handle it?"
Han Feng no longer concealed his aura, and a powerful aura swept towards Feng Li.
Feng Li broke out in a sweat and began to tremble.
The pressure of the Fusion Stage was beyond his ability to withstand; even gritting his teeth and persevering would be difficult to resist.
"Kneel down!"
Han Feng said coldly.
"No...."
Feng Li gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke, and knelt down with his knees bent.
"Now you know what to call me?" Han Feng said coldly.
"Don't even think about it. Even if you kill me on the spot, I won't call you Senior Han." Feng Li said with unwavering resolve.
"I admire your strong character. My favorite thing to do is to help you achieve your goals."
Han Feng casually took out a flying sword from his storage bag, intending to finish off Feng Li.
Feng Li's face turned pale with fright: "My master is on his way. If you kill me, he will definitely avenge me."
"You don't need to worry about that. Whether he can get revenge or not, you won't be able to see it." Han Feng threw out the flying sword.
Under his immense strength, the flying sword moved incredibly fast, transforming into a streak of light.
Feng Li turned pale with fright, instantly feeling death approaching.
He was so frightened that he quickly said, "Senior Han, stop!"
"Sorry, it's too late now. I can't control the flying sword anymore," Han Feng said helplessly.
"You did this on purpose, ***##*"
Feng Li cursed angrily.
"How dare you, you brat!!"
The voice of the Taoist Master of Heavenly Secrets came through.
He stretched out his transformed giant hand and blocked Feng Li's path.
The flying sword broke through the illusory giant hand and pierced directly through Feng Li's dantian.
Feng Li didn't even have a chance to escape with his nascent soul; he was annihilated by the flying sword, both body and soul.
"You actually dared to kill my disciple with a single sword strike. I was originally going to try to negotiate with you, but now it seems there's no need." Tianji Daoren was furious and embarrassed.
He must have had his own purpose in sending Feng Li to Huangfeng Valley ahead of time.
The purpose was to test Han Feng's attitude. If Han Feng's attitude was good, then the negotiation would be easy to succeed.
If Han Feng's attitude is not good, Tianji Daoren plans to give him a good talking-to before making him hand over the Xuan Tian Ling Bao.
But Tianji Daoren never expected that Han Feng would kill Feng Li with a single sword strike.
It wouldn't have been so embarrassing if it hadn't been in front of him.
The real shame is that the Taoist Master Tianji was right there, and he even tried to stop it but failed.
If Tianji Daoren doesn't get his revenge, he'll become a laughingstock throughout Lingzhou.
"Tianji, don't be impulsive. We can talk things out," Jin Yeyang quickly advised.
"Fellow Daoist Han, you've gone too far. Feng Li didn't do anything to you, yet you killed him. Now, if you don't give a reasonable explanation, it won't make sense," Leng Hanmei said coldly.
"The reason is quite simple: my cultivation level is two realms higher than his, yet he calls me by my first name, showing no manners whatsoever," Han Feng said confidently.
"Just for this trivial matter, you killed my disciple? According to what you're saying, my cultivation is at the Mahayana stage, while yours is only at the late Integration stage. You shouldn't be calling me 'senior.' Now that you're not calling me 'senior,' can I kill you on the spot?" Tianji Daoren was even more furious.
"You make a good point, we can give it a try."
Han Feng said provocatively.
"You're asking for it!"
The old Taoist priest Tianji was so angry that he lost his mind and prepared to use the power of the laws to unleash the Xuan Tian Abacus.
Han Feng remained calm, the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword already in his hand.
If the old Taoist priest Tianji dares to make a move, Han Feng will dare to retaliate.
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