A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 328: The Strongest Disciple of the Righteous Sects (4)

Rather than fear or despair, a smile lit up his face.

Crimson blood streamed endlessly from his mouth and chest.

Li Feng's brow furrowed faintly.

He had obviously pulverized this man's heart, yet... that smile persisted.

It wasn't the frantic grin of one desperately holding onto life, nor the twisted smirk of insanity.

It held a profound... serenity.

Blood dripped from Yan Moxuan’s lips along his chin, while his quivering hand feebly clenched Li Feng’s wrist tighter.

Utterly disregarding Li Feng, Yan Moxuan directed his eyes toward Liu Yanyue.

In that fleeting instant, the surrounding chaos, blood, and battlefield all vanished from his sight.

"...Too bad... I... was... so... close."

Each syllable sapped his fading vitality, brimming with intense remorse.

However, a blazing resolve gradually sparked in his dimming gaze.

"Since... I can’t have it... then no one... can!"

His sole remaining arm seized Li Feng’s wrist with a horrifying, unyielding determination.

Li Feng's pupils contracted faintly upon sensing a perilous force surging inside Yan Moxuan’s form.

Right as he moved to shatter the man's skull—

Yan Moxuan's body shook uncontrollably, a subtle yet shrill hum reverberating through the air.

The atmosphere nearby twisted and distorted.

Invisible razor-sharp blades materialized, trailed by slender wisps of sword intent that lacerated the earth, the breeze, and light itself.

The hum swiftly escalated into a piercing shriek.

Sword intent encircling Yan Moxuan’s body intensified before imploding inward.

...Resembling a star poised for detonation.

A dazzling surge of crimson sword intent burst forth explosively.

Earth cracked open as the air howled in agony.

All within the blast radius got shredded by innumerable unseen blades.

Liu Yanyue flew backward, her frame rolling wildly amid the shockwaves.

While a potent ribbon of red sword intent hurtled directly at her—

Shui Ruo abruptly materialized before Liu Yanyue, deflecting it with a sweep of azure qi.

The remaining disciples scrambled to unleash their mightiest arts for defense or evasion.

Regrettably, several reacted too slowly, suffering wounds or even severed limbs from the catastrophic eruption.

Like a torrent of red sword qi raining down, the whole region bathed in vivid scarlet.

And shortly...

Once the sword intent finally dissipated...

Amid the gradually settling dust, a silhouette gradually stepped forth.

Li Feng remained rooted in his prior stance.

Despite absorbing the self-detonation at point-blank, not a scratch marred his flesh.

His robes stayed utterly pristine.

A barely perceptible shimmer of starlight briefly danced over his skin... then vanished.

Blood trickled from his fists as he glared at the decapitated cadaver clutched in his grasp.

Earlier, he'd crushed Yan Moxuan’s head precisely when the villain triggered his desperate assault.

Still, he'd been a fraction too slow.

With a dismissive flick, Li Feng hurled the mangled remains away.

Turning back, Li Feng confirmed Yue Lan and the others were secure, bearing only slight injuries.

A heavy breath of relief escaped him.

"Finally..., it’s over."

Li Feng grinned.

No dangers lingered in this secret realm; he simply awaited its closure.

He recalled the exit manifesting in mere days.

Once the secret realm concluded, Li Feng harbored precise intentions.

He planned to elevate his cultivation alongside Yue Lan's and Fen Ziyan's.

Through his formidable dual cultivation technique, he could savor the passionate sessions, steadily gathering favor points while securely amplifying their power in tandem.

The mightier they grew collectively, the more tranquil his spirit became.

Yet as this notion arose—

A recognizable thunderclap rattled the entire battlefield.

"W-What?!"

Shui Ruo and her companions paled in terror, oppressed by the annihilating aura permeating the sky.

The very ground quivered faintly under them.

At that precise moment—

As if divine thunder plummeting from above, a green lightning bolt crashed into the soil.

The strike morphed instantly into a vivid green beam, streaking viciously toward Yue Lan.

Shui Ruo failed to intervene swiftly enough.

The green lightning loomed mere inches from Yue Lan, who hastily lifted her sword in defense.

Yet in a flash, Li Feng’s massive form positioned itself before her anew.

Arms folded, he met the blow squarely.

Lightning sparks detonated savagely.

Li Feng eyed the lightning-wrapped woman, growling coldly with barely contained rage.

"...Are you really looking to die?"

Apparently, this woman had endured his previous strike somehow, refusing to yield.

She'd returned, hellbent on slaying Yue Lan.

Wei Zhenxin offered no words.

She just stared straight into Li Feng's eyes.

Li Feng's forehead creased at her stare, but suddenly his body felt eerily buoyant.

"! ?"

In an instant, akin to feathers zapped by thunder, both he and Wei Zhenxin were hurled far away.

Moments later, distant from the central clash—

Lightning detonated the second Wei Zhenxin hit the ground some ways off.

Debris and dust scattered in every direction.

Yet suddenly—

Li Feng exploded from the ruins, dissipating fumes revealing him as a dreadful pressure surged from his form.

"...Who the hell are you?" he demanded icily, glaring at the mysterious woman.

Wei Zhenxin held her reply for the moment.

Rather, she gradually lifted her sword.

As her fingers clenched the hilt, the very atmosphere quivered.

A deep, piercing buzz radiated outward.

Next—

Verdant lightning burst forth.

Not in frenzy, not disordered... but with horrifying accuracy.

It slithered across the blade like pulsing veins, forming a brilliant jade radiance that rent the shadows apart.

She stood motionless amid the chaos swirling around her.

Her flowing hair lashed wildly, locks snapping over her face while electric arcs flickered through them.

The light revealed her traits... icy, determined... virtually without emotion.

Yet her eyes... they flared with a sharp green blaze, shining softly like the sword as they fixed on Li Feng with unyielding, steadfast intent.

The fractured sword she gripped seemed no longer brittle.

That split glowed faintly, as though lightning infused it, nourishing... compelling it to hold.

Or maybe... driving it to transform.

The blade appeared forged of raw lightning, poised to cleave the air itself.

Gradually, she whispered,

"My name is Wei Zhenxin... and"

Cracks spiderwebbed the ground under her feet while slender lightning tendrils spread like roots, burrowing deep into the soil.

"...and I hope you will allow me to kill that woman."

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[Here a illustration picture of Wei Zhenxin above moment:]