Urban All-Round Master

”Arrogant fool! When you die under my blade, you dog of a slave, you will understand regret!”

The voice was chilling. The sword light in Beiming’s hand flickered with a sinister red glow. For this strike, he had used a vast amount of Elemental Power, and as he gazed at Lin Zifeng’s throat, he could already envision the scene of his longsword piercing through Lin Zifeng’s throat!

But Beiming might have been blinded by anger at the moment, forgetting that back at the northern market, Lin Zifeng’s speed was worlds apart from his own!

”Whoosh...”

A breaking sound echoed as Lin Zifeng’s figure vanished from the spot!

”Whoosh...”

The air surrounding Beiming was filled with the phantoms of Lin Zifeng’s form. In Beiming’s eyes, full of astonishment, he could still see the mocking smile lingering at the corner of Lin Zifeng’s mouth on the afterimage!

”Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm!”

Before the shout had ended, the Golden Dragon in Lin Zifeng’s hand had already taken shape. At this moment, looking at Beiming’s unguarded back, his murderous intent was overwhelming!

At this moment, Lin Zifeng was less than three meters from the bewildered Beiming. In just an instant, the golden light in Lin Zifeng’s hand almost touched Beiming’s robe!

In the blink of an eye, Beiming, who was at the Saint Middle Stage, felt the deadly crisis coming from behind. His years of cultivation made him instinctively change his attack to forcefully turn around, placing his glowing red longsword vertically in front of him, trying to ward off Lin Zifeng’s fierce palm!

”Boom!”

A loud explosion, and onlookers like Dongfang Ziyue watched with an incredible look on her pretty face. Seeing Lin Zifeng with a cold and emotionless face, she felt that his slender figure now seemed as tall as a deity of the Nine Heavens!

”Crack...”

The longsword in Beiming’s hand had long turned into countless iron shavings. Lin Zifeng’s palm, undiminished in power, drove the rampant, savage Golden Dragon straight into Beiming’s chest.

”Puff...”

In an instant, a stunned Beiming spat out a mouthful of blood arrow, and his figure, just like Nantong earlier, traced an arc in the air and was blown away.

”Boom... Ah!”

The tremendous impact of Lin Zifeng’s palm caused Beiming to crash to the ground, creating a deep indent in the stone slab. Even Beiming, whose cultivation was not low, could not help but cry out from the pain as he felt his spine break.

In his pain, Beiming’s Yin Ji-filled eyes became somewhat blurry, and he vaguely saw a remnant shadow flash by, rushing towards him.

”Whoosh...”

Who else could exhibit such speed present except Lin Zifeng?

When Beiming charged with his sword, Lin Zifeng already sensed the killing intent. He immediately retaliated with the same move, the Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm, without any reservation!

Having struck out with his palm, Lin Zifeng concluded that Beiming was at least severely injured, his strength reduced by more than thirty percent. But even so, Lin Zifeng had no intention of sparing him!

The pure golden light shimmering in Lin Zifeng’s hand was blinding, but in Beiming’s eyes, it seemed like the sinister light flashing from the Nine Nether Hell, sending chills down his spine!

”Gray Dragon Palm!”

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Zifeng struck out with a mighty palm. He refused to believe that Beiming, who lay groaning on the ground, could dodge!

As the golden light flashed by, beneath Beiming’s pain, a streak of viciousness was finally unleashed. With a sunken countenance, his right hand hidden within his sleeve clenched firmly.

”Crack...”

Lin Zifeng heard a crisp sound like jade shattering from Beiming’s hand, and in the next moment, where was Beiming’s figure on the ground?

”Boom!”

The vast power of the Gray Dragon Palm had been unleashed; it couldn’t be retracted. Lin Zifeng’s palm slammed firmly onto the stone slab, and instantly, the skyward dust enveloped Lin Zifeng’s crouching figure.

”Damn it! That old creature Beiming has a life-saving...”

Before the words had finished, Lin Zifeng’s expression changed dramatically. His extraordinary perception detected in an instant that the mortally wounded Beiming hadn’t escaped the Human Sacrifice Tower. Not only that, but Beiming was charging toward Dongfang Ziyue outside the arena, full of murderous intent!

”Dongfang Ziyue, be careful!”

In the midst of the swirling dust, Lin Zifeng’s shout rang out. Before his voice had faded, Lin Zifeng charged out like an arrow released from the string. His palm exuded a golden light, which at this moment was like the scorching sun of the Nine Heavens, threatening to turn everything to ashes!

”Hmph, realizing it now is too late!”

Beiming’s Yin Ji-filled eyes were locked onto the fear that flashed across Dongfang Ziyue’s bewildered face. A sneer of disdain appeared on his face.

As long as he captured Dongfang Ziyue, no matter how capable Lin Zifeng was, there would be no hope of turning the tide!

At this moment, Lin Zifeng was full of regret. He had calculated everything but underestimated Dongfang Ziyue, who was watching from the sidelines. Now that Beiming aimed to capture her, it was too late for him to intervene!

”Whoosh...”

Sure enough, Beiming’s bloodstained right hand shot out like an eagle’s claw towards Dongfang Ziyue’s pale neck, not only that but Beiming hid behind her trembling figure to shield himself, preventing Lin Zifeng from acting impulsively.

”Beiming, you despicable! To use a mere woman to threaten me, it seems that out of the four Lords of the Beiyao Ancient Clan, you truly are the vilest!”

Seeing Beiming hiding behind Dongfang Ziyue with a savage grin, Lin Zifeng hurriedly halted his advance. His words were sharp, but the two glowing golden lights in his hand had long slowly vanished.

”Hmph, you should understand that the principle ’the victor is the king, the loser the bandit.’ Now that Dongfang Ziyue is in my hands, let me see what you can do!”

With the reversal of fortune, Beiming couldn’t help but become smug, his tone extremely mocking. Looking at Lin Zifeng now, his gaze was as if looking at a pig or dog.

”Crack...”

The clear, piercing sound of Lin Zifeng’s tightly clenched fists echoed in the Human Sacrifice Tower. It sounded exceptionally loud, but to Beiming’s ears, it made the mocking smile on his somber face deepen even further.

”What? Still thinking of killing me? If you have the skill, go ahead and try! I’d like to see just how fast you are to save someone from my hands!”

As Beiming roared, his already ferocious features twisted even more, yet the anger on Lin Zifeng’s chiseled face slowly transformed into a calm like a deep well.

Turning around, Lin Zifeng stared at the already unconscious Nantong on the ground and said word by word, ”Beiming, release Dongfang Ziyue, or don’t blame me for killing your dog!”

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, a flash of disdain passed through Beiming’s Yin Ji-filled eyes, and he burst into maniacal laughter: ”Hahaha... You already said it, Nantong is just a dog raised by me. Now that this dog has lost its teeth, what use do I have for it? If you want to kill, then kill as you wish!”