A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 326: The Strongest Disciple of the Righteous Sects (2)

"I see... Then there's no need to waste more words on you."

Li Feng's voice carried an icy chill as he pulled back his fist, a thin streak of blood trickling from his knuckle.

Yet deep inside, a spark of surprise flickered within him.

Li Feng had thrown that punch aiming to shatter the man's skull completely... yet this fellow had somehow withstood it.

'This guy's body is oddly resilient...' he pondered silently.

Yan Moxuan stumbled back half a step, his cheek already sunken from the strike.

Surprisingly, he showed no anger toward the blow at all.

With the back of his hand, he smeared the blood from his mouth's corner and unleashed a low, menacing chuckle.

"...Interesting."

He twisted his neck with a sharp crack that echoed like snapping bones.

Cruel red light gleamed in his eyes as demonic qi erupted around him like shadowy flames.

"What's your name?"

Li Feng offered no reply.

He just rolled his shoulders once, his face serene yet pulsing with clear murderous aura.

"Li Feng."

In the very next moment, both charged forward.

Their fists slamming together released a shockwave that rippled outward, compelling even far-off disciples to protect their faces.

It resembled titans colliding, with the ground below fracturing into a spiderweb pattern.

Yan Moxuan's grin stretched into a frenzied leer.

"Li Feng? Impressive! Truly impressive!"

Without another word, the two beasts exploded into a savage flurry of blows.

Yan Moxuan pressed with an unyielding torrent of massive punches, each bearing the overwhelming force of a mountain.

Demonic crimson qi writhed around his arms like coiling serpents, lashing out in sync with his fists.

Li Feng met every assault directly.

His strikes were straightforward... ruthless, direct, and lightning-quick.

Each punch exploded with domineering power that made the air howl in protest.

At the battlefield's core, the two monsters swapped devastating hits, every fist clash sending tremors surging across the field.

Dust and debris scattered chaotically as the earth kept crumbling under their feet.

From the edges, disciples observed in stunned silence.

Shui Ruo's eyes widened in disbelief. "Who is that demonic cultivator...? He's actually matching Li Feng evenly?"

She knew full well the terrifying power of Li Feng's body and strength, so it truly stunned her that a mere Qi Refinement demonic disciple could hold his ground.

Jian Ruyi clutched her sword harder, her usual icy facade breaking into clear concern.

"He must be a key figure... Far stronger than we imagined. Even when the three of us ganged up on him before, we barely budged him."

Tie Shan, still panting hard, wiped sweat from his forehead and chimed in, "He's not just powerful. That body's like a demonic treasure."

Then he grinned slightly. "But Brother Li... hasn't unleashed any techniques. Just casual punches."

Yue Lan stood silently nearby, her gaze locked on Li Feng's broad back.

Her fingers tightened subtly at her sides upon hearing them, but she held her position.

She had complete trust in Li Feng.

But then-

A massive fist crashed into Li Feng's face, snapping his head slightly aside.

"You love fist-fighting, huh? How does it feel?" Yan Moxuan smirked smugly, arm still outstretched.

Before he could pull it back, Li Feng struck back at a blur-fast speed invisible to the naked eye.

Yan Moxuan's head snapped viciously sideways once more, the force this time far greater.

"...Felt like a toddler's tap. Practice more," Li Feng sneered, gazing down at him.

His brows furrowed faintly,

"Aren't you a sword cultivator? Draw your sword."

Li Feng sneered coldly, "Don't fake what you suck at. It's... painful to watch."

One side of Yan Moxuan's cheek was now deeply caved in.

He spat a bloodied tooth and swiped the gushing nosebleed with his hand's back.

A thick vein pulsed wildly on his temple—Li Feng's taunt had pierced his pride, hurting worse than any strike.

"...You crave my sword? Fine—"

Yan Moxuan's sword materialized in his grip.

He slashed it upward from below in a savage curve, a dazzling blood-red sword beam slashing the air.

Yan Moxuan held nothing back, dead set on bisecting this smug foe.

The crimson sword arc was so razor-edged that every onlooker's spiritual sense stung like it was sliced.

Several disciples yelled out,

"Dodge!"

But Li Feng simply raised his hand casually and... gripped the blade.

Yan Moxuan's eyes bulged in astonishment as he watched his own sword clutched tightly in Li Feng's bare palm.

Next, that rage-stirring voice echoed out once more.

"Is this really all you’ve got...?"

Li Feng angled the sword a bit within his hand and whispered in letdown,

"That woman’s sword I faced earlier was much sharper than this."

As those words escaped his lips, silence suddenly blanketed the entire battlefield.

Yan Moxuan's expression warped into sheer, unchecked wrath.

His veins throbbed fiercely while the demonic qi surrounding him exploded like a erupting volcano.

"You... dare... compare me—"

Suddenly, Li Feng twisted his hand with effortless motion,

The sword broke neatly in two, its red edge shattering like fragile glass beneath Li Feng's fingers.

The severed pieces dropped limply to the ground with a heavy clank.

Yan Moxuan's eyes expanded in complete disbelief.

Li Feng flung the ruined hilt away like trash and brushed his hands off casually.

"See? Even your sword knows it’s in the wrong hands. Pathetic."

"You...!"

His voice emerged raspy, quivering with shock and overwhelming fury.

The demonic qi enveloping him surged chaotically, making the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

That one remark ignited the final fuse.

"AAAAAHHH!!"

Yan Moxuan unleashed a roar like a savage beast.

His frame expanded as red demonic energy rampaged through his meridians.

Blood-vessel-like crimson markings spread over his skin, and tiny horns sprouted from his forehead's sides.

His presence soared to heights that forced nearby disciples to back away in terror.

"Li Feng!! ...I will tear you apart—"

Suddenly, Li Feng slammed a savage knee into his gut.

Yan Moxuan's body jerked forward sharply, spewing a gush of blood.

His eyes protruded from the impact's power, and the air behind exploded from the shockwave.

"I’m done playing around."

Li Feng stated coldly while grabbing for Yan Moxuan’s arm.

He ripped Yan Moxuan’s right arm clean off, sending a spray of blood arcing high, drenching the nearby earth and Li Feng’s form in bright red.

"AAAAHHH!!"

Yan Moxuan's tortured shriek resounded over the battlefield.

The demonic disciples nearby gulped anxiously, witnessing the figure they viewed as a demon being ruthlessly dominated by... a far more horrifying beast.

Some seized the moment to flee.

Even the righteous disciples swallowed hard in dread at the display.

It wasn’t fear of Li Feng himself.

Simply, such an enormous power disparity instilled unavoidable terror.

And Wang Chen, who knew Li Feng well, was among them.

He gaped at the spectacle, utterly stunned.

Next to him stood Kong Min from the Heavenly Earth Sect, who along with Wang Chen had served as furnaces for the Devil Yin Sect for days until a bizarre puppet freed them; his typical laid-back look now showed clear unease.

He muttered softly,

"...Hey, that guy is from your Azure Moon Sect, right?"

Wang Chen nodded numbly. "Yes..."

Kong Min chuckled faintly. "Haha... I’m just glad he on our side then."

The battlefield had grown eerily quiet, everyone shocked by Li Feng’s raw savagery.

Meanwhile, agony from his severed arm seared Yan Moxuan, but the shame scorched fiercer.

He fixed Li Feng with venomous hatred, eyeing him like a corpse.

Li Feng merely grinned.

Yan Moxuan’s blood streaked his face, rendering the grin all the more chilling.

"That was for my cute wife. And now..."

He seized Yan Moxuan by the throat and hoisted him aloft with ease, like a limp doll.

Yan Moxuan's features contorted in torment from the throat's vise.

Suddenly—

A ferocious tempest of unseen blades burst forth around Li Feng, shredding all in their way.

Yet Li Feng stood unmoved, his hold on Yan Moxuan’s neck squeezing tighter.

The blade whirlwind merely grazed his skin shallowly, wounds closing in moments.

’What kind of monstrous strength is this...?!’

Yan Moxuan clawed desperately to loosen the grip, but it held like an iron clamp, immovable.

Suddenly—

"...Time to die."

With those nonchalant, icy words, Li Feng readied the finishing blow.

He lost all desire to drag it out, still irked by Yue Lan's near-death scare.

His face stayed neutral, but the atmosphere shifted.

A subtle pressure emanated... growing dense... then smothering.

The earlier playful nonchalance vanished.

Replaced by something icier... keener... deadlier.

But then—

"Li Feng, wait!"

Urgently rang out a voice, but Li Feng utterly disregarded it while he drove his hand ahead with savage might.

His fist slammed directly into Yan Moxuan's chest, unleashing horrifying force... pulverizing the heart in a flash.

And ripped through the flesh before bursting from the back amid a savage gush of blood and entrails.