"It's the Blood Demon Sect!"

"I've heard rumors that the Demon Realm of West Desert is planning to invade the Hundred Kingdoms region again. Could it be true?"

"The Demon Sect is stirring up trouble again! I fear there will be another storm of blood and violence!"

"All 108 Blood Demon Generals are here, including Xue Jiuyou! It seems Tianlan School may not escape this calamity. Let's leave quickly!"

The Martial Artists in the square who had come to watch the battle were terrified and began to flee. The strongest among them only possessed ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm cultivation and were no match for Xue Jiuyou. They dared not stay any longer.

"Where do you think you're going!"

"The others may go, but the Four New Heroes must be killed. They will be major threats to our sect in the future!"

"Alright! Let's do it!"

"Kill! Leave none of the Four New Heroes alive!"

A total of thirteen disciples from the Blood Demon Sect were advancing, including Xue Jiuyou. Six of them were powerful warriors of the ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm, and the rest were all of the eighth-layer Hell Realm cultivation or above. Seeing the other students trying to leave, they revealed their sharp killing intent and surged forward.

"Fiends of the Demon Sect, how dare you cause trouble here! Die!"

A shimmering four-foot-long saber had appeared in Huo Tianqing's hands at some unknown moment. His tiger-like eyes stared wide, and his clothes fluttered despite the lack of wind. A wave of crimson flame engulfed him, and the scorching temperature made the surrounding air sizzle.

"Fallen Flowers Follow Flowing Water—Sever!"

With the saber in hand, Huo Tianqing's momentum soared into the sky.

SWOOSH!

The four-foot-long saber swept out. The crimson flames surged, transforming into a monstrous wave of fire that engulfed two ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm experts.

"Let me assist you!"

Purple gleam flickered in Zi Hongyuan's eyes. His Yuan Qi circulated to its peak, and the purple halo around his body solidified, resembling a purple crystal.

"Purple Qi from the East, Purple Sun True Gang!"

Zi Hongyuan shouted, and the purple light around him intensified.

BOOM!

He thrust out his palm, sending forth a purple Gang Qi wall over ten meters high. Wherever the Gang Qi wall passed, the ground collapsed, and the air was compressed into transparent crystals, its power as formidable as a mountain.

"It's the Purple Sun School's Purple Extreme True Yang Palm, a mid-grade Profound Level martial art! Retreat quickly!"

The faces of the two ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm martial artists changed drastically, and they retreated explosively.

Zhao Hanshan stood aside, his gaze flickering, hesitating on whether to intervene. In this New Heroes Conference, three of the Four New Heroes were from the Purple Sun School, and all of Wanluo School's disciples had failed to place. Wan Feng was even seriously injured, which had greatly dented Zhao Hanshan's pride. He harbored a deep hatred for Luo Feng.

As Huo Tianqing drove back two Heavenly Court Realm martial artists with one blow, he saw Zhao Hanshan still standing by. His eyebrows furrowed, and he said coolly, "Zhao Hanshan, today the Demon Sect challenges our four great schools. This concerns our very survival! Do you intend to stand by and watch?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hanshan's brow furrowed. Knowing he couldn't refuse, his hand trembled, and a dazzling sword light suddenly erupted, blocking the last ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm martial artist.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

The clash between the ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm experts was a magnificent spectacle. The sound of Gang Qi explosions echoed like thunderbolts across the square, continuously blasting huge, shocking craters into the ground.

"Kill them!"

The remaining six disciples of the Demon Sect sneered and launched themselves at Bing Ruolan and the others.

Zi Hongyuan and the others were anxious, but they were too preoccupied to intervene.

"Let's stand together."

Seeing the six menacing figures, He Qin stepped forward. A slender two-finger sword flashed in her hand and vanished in an instant.

"Trifling tricks!"

The leading Blood Demon Sect disciple, a man with a square face, snorted coldly. While in mid-air, he kicked out a dozen leg shadows, layered one upon another like a great wave, completely shattering all the Invisible Sword Qi!

"Be careful! These people are all eighth-layer Hell Realm experts!" He Qin's eyebrows knitted slightly as she warned in a low voice. These Demon Sect disciples were even stronger than she had imagined.

Meanwhile, Luotian and the last ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm Demon Sect disciple were already engaged in battle. The two clashed violently, fighting from the spectator stands into mid-air, then from mid-air down into the martial arts arena. Rampant Gang Qi and flying debris showcased their immense destructive power, making onlookers shudder. The two were evenly matched, and for the moment, neither could gain the upper hand.

Seeing that Luotian was not in danger, Luo Feng retracted his gaze and looked to the other side, his pupils abruptly contracting. Bing Ruolan, Zi Yuan, and He Qin were being forced into a corner of the martial arts arena by four Blood Demon Sect disciples. The situation was perilous.

"Mother, you stay here," Luo Feng said to Yang Qing.

Yang Qing nodded. "Feng Er, these Demon Sect disciples are vicious, and their cultivation isn't low. Be careful!"

"Mm."

Luo Feng gave Yang Qing a reassuring look.

ROAR!

Dragon roars resounded as ten Qi Dragons materialized beneath Luo Feng's feet. His figure flashed, and within a single breath, he crossed several hundred meters, the Tiger Soul Saber slashing out in mid-air.

BOOM!

The air vibrated as the pitch-black saber energy arced towards the Blood Demon Sect disciple in front of Bing Ruolan.

This Blood Demon Sect disciple was just about to strike Bing Ruolan when he suddenly felt a chilling killing intent from behind. He tried to dodge, but the saber light was faster!

PFFT!

Blood splattered. A scream followed as one of the Blood Demon Sect disciple's arms was severed by the saber light.

"Sunset Penetrates the Star!"

Seeing her opponent's opening, Bing Ruolan circulated her Yuan Qi. The Silver Snow Sword in her hand trembled, transforming into an extremely fine beam of sword light that lanced out.

SHK!

The sharp sword pierced the Demon Sect disciple's chest, the tip emerging from his back, dripping blood. This Demon Sect disciple stared at the sword blade in his chest, his eyes wide with disbelief. He was an early eighth-layer Hell Realm martial artist and never imagined he would die at the hands of a late seventh-layer Essence Storage Realm martial artist.

SWOOSH!

Luo Feng landed beside Bing Ruolan. Noticing a finger-length bloody gash on her left arm, he frowned.

"Ruolan, are you injured?"

Bing Ruolan's pretty face was slightly pale. Seeing Luo Feng unharmed, a faint smile touched her lips. She shook her head. "It's just a minor injury."

"Kid, you dared to kill Junior Brother Zhen! Die!"

Enraged by the sight of the corpse on the ground, another Blood Demon Sect disciple, his palm radiating blood-colored Gang Qi, struck out at Luo Feng.

BOOM!

The blood-colored palm shadow shot towards Luo Feng from behind with the force of a thunderbolt.

SWOOSH!

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Luo Feng didn't even look, swinging the Tiger Soul Saber backward in a counter-slash that shattered the palm shadow.

Zi Yuan and He Qin moved closer, their faces covered in fine sweat, panting heavily, both bearing injuries.

"Luo Feng, these people are all eighth-layer Hell Realm experts. What should we do?" Zi Yuan asked, her beautiful eyes fixed on Luo Feng.

She was only a fifteen-year-old girl, and the sudden turn of events had left her at a loss. Unconsciously, she had come to see Luo Feng as her pillar of support.

He Qin stood nearby, sword in hand, guarding Zi Yuan's back against sneak attacks, clearly also awaiting Luo Feng's decision.

Luo Feng glanced at the nearby Blood Demon Sect disciples, his brow sinking. Of the six Blood Demon Sect disciples, two were being held off by an elder of Tianlan School. He had just killed one, so three remained.

Looking at the three Blood Demon Sect disciples before him, Luo Feng's expression was grim. He and Bing Ruolan had managed to kill that Blood Demon Sect disciple moments ago largely because their opponent had been careless. In a one-on-one fight, the outcome would be hard to predict.

Of these three Blood Demon Sect disciples, two were early eighth-layer Hell Realm experts. The square-faced martial artist in the middle was a mid eighth-layer Hell Realm expert. Their strength was unfathomable; the slightest misstep, and all four of them would perish here!

Seeing Luo Feng, the square-faced martial artist gestured for the other two Demon Sect disciples to halt their attacks.

"I didn't expect our luck to be this good. The Number One New Hero delivered himself to our doorstep. This saves us the trouble of finding you," the square-faced martial artist said, looking at Luo Feng with a cold smile.

Luo Feng's gaze was calm. He replied composedly, "I wouldn't say your luck is good."

The square-faced martial artist grinned, clapping his hands nonchalantly. "The four of you indeed have remarkable potential, but it's merely potential. Right now, in my eyes, you're no different from ants on the ground. I can crush you anytime!"

Luo Feng's gaze fell on the wound on Bing Ruolan's arm, and his eyes turned cold. "So, you're certain you have us?"

"All four of you will undoubtedly die today!" As the square-faced martial artist spoke, his aura began to condense. A blood-colored halo shimmered around him, and an oppressive pressure bore down.

Luo Feng's sharp gaze fixed on the square-faced martial artist as he slowly said, "And today, you too must die!"

Although his opponent was a mid eighth-layer Hell Realm martial artist, Luo Feng felt no fear. Back when he was only at the late seventh-layer Essence Storage Realm, he had used the killing intent from his wristband to slay the Demon Sect Elder Chen Hei Feng in the Ghost Howl Forest. Even though Chen Hei Feng had been severely injured at the time, he still possessed the strength of a mid eighth-layer Hell Realm expert. Now that Luo Feng's cultivation had advanced further, he was confident that if he fused with the killing intent in his wristband, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

However, Cang Nanyue had previously warned him about the dangers of the wristband's killing intent, so Luo Feng was unwilling to use it unless absolutely necessary.

At Luo Feng's words, He Qin and the others were startled. To speak so defiantly while facing a mid eighth-layer Hell Realm expert was the height of arrogance!

The square-faced martial artist narrowed his eyes, veins throbbing on his forehead. He snarled, "A mere seventh-layer Essence Storage Realm cur like you dares to yap before me? I'll break every bone in your body, inch by inch, until you beg for death but can't find it! Let's see how tough you talk then!"

Saying this, the square-faced martial artist prepared to attack.

Luo Feng gripped the Tiger Soul Saber tightly, gathering his Yuan Qi, ready to strike at any moment.

Just as the tension was about to erupt, a clear, ethereal voice suddenly sounded.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it to be so lively here. It seems I've arrived at just the right time..."

The voice seemed to drift from a great distance, yet it was as clear as if someone were speaking right beside their ears. The light, airy tone contained an irresistible force, hinting at an unfathomably profound strength that sent shivers down their spines.

Everyone engaged in fierce combat in the arena stopped abruptly. They frowned and looked towards the western sky.

After an indeterminate time, a speck of jade-green light appeared on the western horizon. The jade-green light grew larger and larger, tinting half the sky with its color. Looking closely, one could see a figure within the light, hands clasped behind his back, taking Steps in the Air as he slowly approached.

Though his steps seemed extremely slow, he closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

Standing in mid-air was a handsome youth holding a folding fan. The youth wore a brocade azure cloud long gown. His eyes sparkled like stars, and his face was as fair as jade. He possessed an extraordinary, elegant bearing, and a faint smile played on his lips, making him resemble a young master from a wealthy family out for a leisurely stroll to admire flowers. In this situation, the sight was unspeakably bizarre.

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