After the sound wave, Hu Tou's palm and Ling Zhenfei's palm also collided heavily.

Bang!

The sound wasn't loud, like muffled thunder, but it was immediately followed by Hu Tou's screams of agony.

With that palm strike, Ling Zhenfei had sent Hu Tou flying, and although Ling Zhenfei himself was injured and his strength somewhat diminished, Hu Tou was unprepared and his Zhiyi Boundary was no match for Mingmu Realm, the gap between them was too great.

Hu Tou was sent flying, and Ling Zhenfei, without needing to check, was certain that Hu Tou had been injured, at the very least he must have coughed up blood, with internal injuries that would take months to heal.

Ling Zhenfei had no intention of killing Hu Tou, so after striking him and sending him flying, he quickly headed into the passageway.

Even though he had defeated Hu Tou, there were still many guards waiting in the passageway with swords at the ready, and as soon as Ling Zhenfei rushed in, they all slashed at him with their swords.

In Ling Zhenfei's eyes, these people were insignificant, only their number required him to waste a bit of time.

Even though they all wielded swords, and Ling Zhenfei was unarmed, the corridor was so dark, no one could clearly see Ling Zhenfei, and not one of them could last a move against him, one could only hear the sound of metal swords clattering to the ground.

In no time at all, Ling Zhenfei had knocked down all the guards in the passage, leaving only the sounds of their painful groans.

Ling Zhenfei snorted coldly, lifted his leg and was about to walk further in, but then he suddenly felt a flow of Northern Spiritual Energy in the passageway. Ling Zhenfei paused, unsure of what was going on, and suddenly felt a cold breeze behind him.

Ling Zhenfei's heart jolted as he quickly turned around, and saw all the swords that had fallen to the ground flying up and stabbing towards him. Controlling these swords was none other than the Hu Tou he had just injured.

At that moment, Hu Tou stood up in shock, his hands surged with increased Spiritual Power, controlling the flying swords and flinging them violently towards Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei felt a surge of anger, "What a gutsy Hu Tou!" He had the chance to kill him just now with a single palm strike but chose not to, and unexpectedly, Hu Tou was overstepping his bounds and dared to launch a surprise attack on him.

Seeing the flying swords coming at him, Ling Zhenfei didn't even bother to dodge. Hu Tou had been injured and his strength had greatly reduced; these flying swords were no real threat to him.

Ling Zhenfei waved his palms, his Spiritual Power flew out, and all the flying swords were deflected away. But right then, Hu Tou came at him with Tiger Fist right behind the swords.

"Utterly suicidal!"

Ling Zhenfei snorted coldly, still not dodging and waving his palms to meet the attack head-on.

Bang!

Their palms met, and this time Ling Zhenfei didn't hold back. It was a full-powered strike. Hu Tou wasn't a match for Ling Zhenfei even when he was uninjured, let alone after being injured. Ling Zhenfei sent Hu Tou flying with such force that he spat out a mouthful of blood midair and collapsed upon hitting the ground, motionless.

Ling Zhenfei knew that Hu Tou wouldn't die so easily, but he was certain to have sustained heavy injuries; without proper treatment, his cultivation was as good as wasted.

"Give them an inch and they'll take a mile, you really thought I was a sick cat when I didn't show my might."

Ling Zhenfei ignored Hu Tou and hearing someone approaching, he did not wish to linger in battle and made for the door.

At the end of the passageway was the door, and unexpectedly, people rushed out from inside, brandishing their machetes and slashing at him, but they were knocked to the ground like slicing melons and chopping vegetables by Ling Zhenfei.

Just like that, Ling Zhenfei arrived at the end of the corridor, and heard footsteps behind him. As Ling Zhenfei was about to step out at the entrance, he heard someone loudly scolding from behind.

"Ling Zhenfei, you think you can just walk away after injuring my senior brother?"

Ling Zhenfei stopped in his tracks and saw Snake Head catching up from behind, his face filled with rage, clearly enraged after seeing Hu Tou injured.

"So what if I did? I warned you, if you insist on going against me, be careful your whole cultivation turns to naught. Yet you wouldn't listen. Did you really think I, a cultivator of the Zhiyi Boundary, would be afraid of you from the Mingmu Realm?"

Ling Zhenfei looked at Snake Head with a cold sneer. Now that Snake Head was alone, he was no match for Ling Zhenfei at all. If Snake Head charged at him, he wouldn't mind teaching Snake Head a lesson as well.

"Kid, you're really courting death. I know you're tough, kid, but do you know who we are?"

Ling Zhenfei was startled by Snake Head's words and asked, "Who are you?"

Snake Head said with a ferocious look, "We are from Qiulian Mountain."

"So what about Qiulian Mountain? Is Qiulian Mountain that great?" Ling Zhenfei did not understand the significance of Qiulian Mountain as mentioned by Snake Head. Was Qiulian Mountain truly fearsome? He was not someone from the cultivation circles, at most having only halfway entered that world, unaware of what Qiulian Mountain meant to cultivators.

Snake Head did not expect Ling Zhenfei to be fearless, taking it as an insult to them, and grew even more furious, "Good kid, not afraid at all? Do you not know how formidable we of Qiulian Mountain are?"

Ling Zhenfei was somewhat stunned and replied, "I really don't know what Qiulian Mountain means or what's so fearsome about it."

Ling Zhenfei was speaking the truth, but Snake Head thought Ling Zhenfei was deliberately insulting him, and angrily said, "Fine then, kid! You dare to insult us; I won't let you get away with it."

After finishing his words, Snake Head rushed toward Ling Zhenfei, his hands transforming into the shape of a snake, clearly resorting to his ultimate technique right away.

But Ling Zhenfei was already on guard and naturally not afraid. Seeing Snake Head charging at him, he moved agilely and pounced towards Snake Head.

Although Snake Head was fast, Ling Zhenfei could easily see through his techniques, preemptively making judgements. Snake Head couldn't gain the slightest advantage.

The main reason Ling Zhenfei had been injured by Snake Head before was that he had been attacked by four people at once, but now it was different—just Snake Head alone was no match for Ling Zhenfei.

"Truly overestimating oneself. Did you still think you could defeat me? Let me show you my strength."

Ling Zhenfei's form flickered, his movements suddenly doubled in speed. Even if Snake Head used his strange Cultivation Technique, he still couldn't catch up to Ling Zhenfei's speed.

In no time at all, Snake Head could no longer parry the attacks.

"Ling Zhenfei, we people from Qiulian Mountain won't let you off the hook," Snake Head threatened.

"Then come find me anytime. I, Ling Zhenfei, will keep you company to the end," Ling Zhenfei said as he punched Snake Head, sending him flying and crashing into a wall before falling to the ground, struggling painfully to get up.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, I had no intention to kill you, but if you keep pestering me, then don't blame me for being impolite."

After finishing his words, Ling Zhenfei turned and walked out of the corridor. Though there were many people who followed Snake Head, none dared to block Ling Zhenfei's departure again. They too were clever enough to know they had no chance against him with their strength.

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