Chapter 1768: Chapter 1768: Easily Defeated
Seeing that Li Feng’s arm had started to frost over, Tong Ling’er curled her lips into a cold smile, "You’re not going to beg for mercy, huh?"
"Let’s see how long you can hold out."
Liu Qinghou, watching from the side with the other two, also began to feel a bit worried about Li Feng.
"This kid’s really tough, still not surrendering."
Jin Manlou looked at the frost-covered Li Feng, clicked his tongue, and there was a hint of admiration in his words.
"But we can’t let the little shopkeeper take his life. After all, he’s a distinguished guest at our Tongfu Inn. If he dies here, it would ruin our reputation."
Shui Furong gave a nod: "Let the little shopkeeper teach him a lesson and vent his anger, but you all know the little shopkeeper’s temperament."
"Besides, the little shopkeeper likely knows better than to actually kill him."
Though the little shopkeeper was stubborn and willful, he was kind-hearted, and being exceptionally wise, he must surely realize the consequences of truly killing someone.
Shui Furong wasn’t worried at all, watching ahead while her peripheral vision caught Liu Qinghou still furrowing his brow. They were a Daoist couple, and she knew exactly what each of his expressions meant.
"Hey, what are you thinking, with that frown?"
Liu Qinghou looked ahead: "I always feel like this kid still has a card up his sleeve. He’s too calm, even being frozen by the Ice Soul Coldness, he doesn’t seem fazed at all, it’s not normal."
"Oh, maybe he’s just holding out. Our little shopkeeper is quite a beauty, this kid might have ulterior motives for coming back, otherwise, how do you explain him walking into the trap again after escaping last time?"
"Besides, throwing out a hundred thousand gold vouchers like that, isn’t that what you men do to attract women?"
"However, if he thinks he can win a beauty just by throwing money, he’s gravely mistaken."
Shui Furong sneered, showing off such a crude way to pick up women was asking for trouble.
Liu Qinghou didn’t argue back, is he just holding out?
But why does his heart feel a bit uneasy?
"Still not begging for mercy?"
"You really think I won’t dare do anything to you, huh?" Tong Ling’er, seeing Li Feng almost looking like a snowman without begging for mercy, couldn’t hold back anymore.
"Fine, I’ll show you whether I dare or not."
Tong Ling’er suddenly raised her hand, and the Hundred Swords facing off against Li Feng emitted a buzzing sound before she waved her hand.
"Hundred Swords • Dragon Slayer."
In an instant, the unified swords split again, crashing into the domineering True Gang surrounding Li Feng.
This time, the domineering True Gang faced not just Sword Intent, but sword bodies carrying Sword Qi, and the icy suppression within the True Gang cracked open like a shell of ice.
The Hundred Swords swung behind Li Feng, regrouping above him as a single sword, transforming Sword Intent into a dragon on the blade.
A dragon roar was directed squarely at Li Feng.
"Slash."
The sword descended fiercely, its blended Sword Intent falling toward Li Feng’s shoulder, Tong Ling’er not intent on killing, just planning to sever an arm to vent her anger for provoking her.
Holding a sword, Li Feng seemed like an ice statue with no strength to fight back, as the sword approached to sever his arm.
At the last second.
Li Feng moved his arm, raising the King Sword to block the descending dragon-slaying sword from Tong Ling’er.
Tong Ling’er blinked in disbelief at Li Feng blocking her sword: "You, how can you...!"
"My Ice Soul Coldness clearly engulfed you, how can you still move?"
"And how is it possible for you to counter my sword move with one hand?"
Tong Ling’er found it hard to believe her full-force attack was so easily stopped, what did her previous triumphs mean?
Li Feng smirked: "That’s just what you thought."
"Ice Soul Coldness, I said it can only cool me down." Li Feng finished, as the Vermilion Bird Purple Flame erupted from his body, sweeping away the frost.
And the blazing Purple Flame quickly formed on Li Feng, in no time, a dominion-like Purple Flame Armor appeared on him.
"As for your sword move, huh, it can just scratch an itch."
The King Sword in Li Feng’s hand ignited in Purple Flame, blazing toward Tong Ling’er’s Hundred Swords.
In an instant.
The Divine Sense Sword Intent on the Hundred Swords was consumed by the Purple Flame, Tong Ling’er lost control over the swords, and the unified sword fell like rain to the ground.
Tong Ling’er felt control slip through her fingers, watching the swords crash to the ground, confusion and helplessness written across her face.
"How... how did you do that."
"Want to know?"
Li Feng curled his lips, flashing a wicked grin: "Pour me a good drink, I’ll tell you."
He sheathed the King Sword and turned back to sit on the couch.
Shui Furong, Liu Qinghou, and Jin Manlou were all surprised, unable to fully grasp Li Feng’s skill level.
"Kid, who are you really, and why did you come to our Tongfu Inn?"
"If you don’t give a clear explanation, we three won’t hold back."
Jin Manlou cracked his knuckles, his rounded frame exuding palpable tension.
Shui Furong stepped quickly to shield Tong Ling’er, facing Li Feng warily.
Faced with the three heated cultivators, Golden Core Late Stage level no less.
Li Feng recalled meeting that monk outside the Duel Arena, Golden Core Late Stage was not something he could contend with now.
Since he couldn’t fight back, there was no sense in throwing himself onto the spears.
Li Feng then took out a Flag Master Token from Nine Layers Mountain, tossing it to Shui Furong: "Look at this and then decide if you still want to fight me."
Shui Furong caught the token, made of Nine Layers Stone, weighing heavily in her hand, it seemed small but weighed a hundred pounds.
She saw the engraved Nine Layers characters and the carved Vermilion Bird on the back.
It was the Flag Master Token of the Vermilion Bird Camp from Nine Layers Mountain.
Though Nine Layers Stone is heavier than gold, it appears lighter within Nine Layers Mountain due to opposing gravity forces, and it can counteract the Overlord’s pressure.
"Nine Layers Mountain."
Hearing Shui Furong’s astonishment, Liu Qinghou stepped forward, Shui Furong handed him the token, and Liu Qinghou looked it over.
"The Vermilion Bird Flag Master Token of Nine Layers Mountain, how is this in your possession?"
