Martial Dao: I Can Enhance My Talents

Chapter 296: Chapter 293: Chu Feng Storms the Fang Mansion

Chu Feng walked toward the Fang Mansion, his steps steady, filled with the cruel amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.

With every step, the killing intent radiating from him intensified. His gaze, fixed on the grand mansion gates, was filled with a lust for destruction and a sense of glee.

"Who’s there? Halt!"

The guards on duty at the gate finally noticed something was wrong, feeling a bone-chilling cold.

Their drowsiness vanished in an instant. They shouted sharply, their hands flying to the hilts of their blades.

The other guard also snapped to attention, his body tensing.

However, the words of alarm had barely left their lips—

"SWOOSH!"

Chu Feng’s figure blurred like a phantom. The next moment, he appeared before the two guards as if he had teleported.

His speed was too fast for the naked eye to follow!

The two guards’ vision swam as a suffocating, bloody aura pressed down on them. They didn’t even have time to finish drawing their blades.

A longsword gleaming with an eerie, bloody light was already unsheathed. Like a striking viper, it traced two sinister arcs of blood-red light.

"PFFT! PFFT!"

The faint sounds of sharp blades slicing through throats rang out almost simultaneously.

The two guards’ eyes bulged wide, their faces filled with utter terror and disbelief.

They futilely clutched their gushing throats before their bodies slumped to the ground, silenced in an instant.

The essence of their qi and blood transformed into two thin, crimson streams that were devoured by Chu Feng.

"After today, the Fang Family will cease to exist!"

Chu Feng didn’t even glance at the corpses at his feet, as if he had merely crushed two ants.

He lifted his head, looked at the Fang Mansion’s plaque, and a cruel smirk formed on his lips beneath the mask. He then stepped into the Fang Mansion.

’They reacted pretty quickly!’

Stepping into the Fang Mansion, Chu Feng’s eyes, hidden behind an Evil Ghost mask, swept over the Fang Family Martial Artists who were rushing over.

He didn’t attack immediately, instead watching mockingly as the Fang Family Martial Artists, a mixture of shock and fury on their faces, began to surround him.

It was as if he were watching a flock of lambs, ready for slaughter, struggling in vain.

"Who are you, sir? Why have you forced your way into our Fang Family?"

The Fang Family’s Guard Elder, Fang Tu, shouted sharply, but his voice held an almost imperceptible tremor.

The aura of the person before them was too terrifying. Just by standing there, he made them feel as if they had been plunged into an icy cavern.

"The man who’s here to kill you!"

A low, hoarse laugh rumbled in Chu Feng’s throat, like the cry of a Night Owl, filled with the mockery of a cat toying with a mouse.

His gaze passed over the crowd, looking toward the inner courtyard.

"WHOOSH!"

A figure shot out from the inner courtyard and landed in front of the Fang Family Martial Artists. It was the Fang Family Patriarch, Fang Lingyuan.

His expression was grim as he stared intently at Chu Feng, his heart already in turmoil.

The cold, violent aura emanating from the man was as profound as an abyss. It far surpassed that of any Martial Artist he had ever met, more frightening even than a Steward from the Qingxuan Sect.

"Who exactly are you, sir? What grudge do you hold against the Fang Family of Liangshui City?"

Fang Lingyuan suppressed the terror in his heart, cupped his hands, and spoke in a low voice.

"If you have a request, please state it plainly. Fang Han of my Fang Clan is a Celestial Pride True Inheritor of the Qingxuan Sect. Surely you’ve heard his name. Anything can be negotiated, so why must we resort to violence?"

He was trying to use Fang Han’s status, hoping it would make the man hesitate.

However, the moment the name "Fang Han" was spoken, it was like lighting a powder keg.

Beneath the mask, Chu Feng’s face twisted instantly, and the bloody light in his eyes flared violently.

The killing intent he had been deliberately suppressing could no longer be contained and erupted forth.

"A Celestial Pride True Inheritor of the Qingxuan Sect? HAHA... What a fine Celestial Pride True Inheritor!"

Chu Feng’s voice suddenly became sharp and piercing, filled with endless venom and mockery.

"Today, I’ll start by slaughtering his entire family and see what he can do about it!"

Before his voice had even faded, the Red Patterned Sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, its bloody light soaring into the sky.

An extremely condensed beam of dark red Sword Qi, filled with a destructive aura, tore through the air with a ghost-like shriek.

Like a blood-red rainbow, it slashed directly toward Fang Lingyuan and the dozen or so Fang Family Martial Artists behind him.

Before the Sword Qi even arrived, the incomparably sharp pressure from the blade made Fang Lingyuan and the others stop breathing, the blood in their veins nearly freezing.

They desperately tried to dodge, only to find their bodies felt as if they were stuck in a quagmire, making even evasion incredibly difficult.

The Sword Qi seemed to have locked down the very space around them. It was impossible to block and impossible to dodge!

Just as the blood-red Sword Qi was about to engulf them, a look of despair appeared in Fang Lingyuan’s eyes.

He couldn’t understand how the Fang Family had provoked such a powerful enemy.

"CHIII—!"

A cyan shadow flashed like lightning, appearing abruptly in front of Fang Lingyuan and his men.

The newcomer’s speed surpassed the limits of the naked eye, as if he had appeared out of thin air!

It was Fang Han!

He had pushed his Wind and Cloud Escape to its absolute limit all the way here, disregarding the consumption of his Inner Qi, and had finally made it back at the most critical moment.

Facing the blood-red Sword Qi that was powerful enough to shatter mountains, his expression was as calm as still water. The Flowing Wind Sword slid from its sheath with a clear ring, its dark cyan blade suffused with a reserved brilliance.

The profound intent of the Nine Swords of Sky Splitting erupted. The Wind Momentum stirred the air, forming an incomparably condensed beam of cyan Sword Qi.

It met the attack head-on, without deviation.

"CLANG—!!!"

The two terrifying forces collided fiercely.

The massive sound was like thunder from the heavens, shaking the entire Fang Mansion.

Crimson and deep cyan light crazily intertwined and annihilated each other, exploding into a sphere of energy several meters in diameter.

It then transformed into a visible, ring-shaped shockwave that spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami.

Fang Han bore the brunt of the impact. His body swayed slightly, and the stone tiles beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, but the arm holding his sword was as steady as a rock. He had forcefully blocked the blood-red Sword Qi.

However, the terrifying aftershock from the collision could not be completely dissipated.

Fang Lingyuan and the dozen or so others were struck as if by an invisible hammer. Crying out in alarm, they were thrown backward uncontrollably, landing heavily several meters away.

Each of them had their qi and blood thrown into turmoil, with blood trickling from their lips. They were all injured, but they had luckily kept their lives.

’I made it in time!’

Fang Han slowly lowered his sword, standing firm. The hem of his robes fluttered in the lingering shockwave as he stared coldly at Chu Feng opposite him.

Chu Feng clearly hadn’t expected Fang Han’s sudden appearance, and a flash of unconcealable surprise flickered in his eyes.

He subconsciously raised a hand to touch the Evil Ghost mask on his face, checking that it was secure. Then, his throat moved, and the voice that came out was low and hoarse, completely different from before.

"The Qingxuan Sect’s True Inheritor, Fang Han? Why are you here?"

He was trying to conceal his identity.

"Chu Feng, stop hiding and trying to disguise your voice. Did you really think wearing a mask would be enough to fool me?"

But Fang Han didn’t take the bait. His gaze was like two ice picks, piercing straight toward the eyes behind Chu Feng’s mask, his voice as frigid as a winter wind.

Chu Feng’s body stiffened abruptly.

"I’ve already investigated and found that you are cultivating a Demon Skill."

Fang Han continued, his every word like a blade.

"Fang! Han!"

His identity completely exposed, Chu Feng was stunned for a moment.

Then, a killing intent mixed with shame, rage, and utter madness erupted from him like a volcano.

Blood-red flames of qi surged from his body, and the air filled with a thick, bloody stench.

He ripped the Evil Ghost mask from his face, revealing a visage made pale by cultivating the Demon Skill, now twisted by extreme fury.

His eyes were filled with hysterical venom.

"Since you’re in such a hurry to die, I’ll grant your wish! Today, I will use the blood of your entire Fang Family to celebrate my ascension to the Fourth Grade!"

Before his words had faded, his body moved with his sword, and the Red Patterned Sword erupted with a monstrous bloody light.

Sword Qi tore through the sky with a sharp whistle, lunging at Fang Han like a man-eating, blood-red demonic python.

The power of this strike far surpassed his earlier probing attacks; he was clearly using his true strength.

"Patriarch, get the clansmen to safety, quickly!"

Fang Han shouted urgently.

At the same time, his Flowing Wind Sword vibrated with a sharp screech like tearing silk. He poured all the Inner Qi from his Profound Wind Technique, which was at the near-peak Late Stage of Fifth Grade, into the blade without reservation.

He pushed his Mastery Level Nine Swords of Sky Splitting to its limit, and the air at the tip of his sword began to make a faint tearing sound.

An even more condensed and ferocious beam of cyan Sword Qi shot out to meet the attack!

"CLANG—!!!"

The two swords clashed once again.

This collision was several times more violent than the last.

The deafening shriek of metal on metal nearly pierced their eardrums.

The crimson and deep cyan Sword Qi madly collided, compressed, and exploded, creating a shockwave like a tangible storm that swept out in all directions.

"RUMBLE!"

The courtyard walls couldn’t withstand the immense force and collapsed in large sections, sending rubble flying.

The ground was plowed with deep gullies, the windows and doors of nearby houses were all shattered, and the support beams groaned under the strain.

At the center of the Qi Force, Chu Feng’s figure swayed but he quickly stabilized himself, his body roiling with blood flames, his aura monstrous.

’He really is at the Fourth Grade!’

Fang Han, however, let out a muffled groan and was forced to stagger back three steps.

Each step left a deep imprint on the ground. The webbing on his right hand, which held the sword, was slightly numb, and his qi and blood roiled within him.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze toward Chu Feng growing incredibly grave.

Fourth Grade!

Chu Feng had indeed broken through to the Fourth Grade!

Although he had long suspected it, confirming it in battle still made his heart sink.

Compared to the Late Stage of Fifth Grade, the Fourth Grade seemed only a small step away, but it was a leap across a Great Realm.

The quality and quantity of one’s Inner Qi were fundamentally different.

It was enough to create a power gap of more than tenfold.

Relying on the perverse power of the Blood Demon Skill, Chu Feng had crossed this threshold in such a short time. The threat he posed had increased exponentially!

"Tsk, you took my strike and only retreated three steps. Fang Han, you’re a little stronger than I imagined."

Chu Feng flicked his wrist, a cruel and mocking smile on his face.

"But that was just a warm-up. Next, I’ll let you have a good taste of what true despair feels like!"

As his voice fell, the bloody light around him flared once more, and his aura climbed frantically at a visible rate.

A terrifying pressure, like a tangible mountain, bore down hard on Fang Han.

"I’m afraid you don’t have the strength to do it!"

Fang Han took a deep breath. There was no fear in his eyes, only a battle intent that was cold to the extreme.

The Inner Qi of his Profound Wind Technique surged through his body, suppressing the roiling qi and blood.

He pointed his Flowing Wind Sword diagonally at the ground. The blade trembled slightly, emitting a faint yet sharp hum.

’Chu Feng’s strength had increased tremendously, but hadn’t his own? His Cultivation, Body Technique, and Swordsmanship had all seen great improvement. His Swordsmanship in particular had broken through from Minor Achievement to Mastery.’

’He was confident that he was not without the strength to fight.’