168: Chapter 168 Beautiful Assassin, Late Foundation Establishment Stage...

"Rumble—!"

The earth trembled violently, and a frost-covered ravine, over a dozen zhang long and bottomless, suddenly appeared. The temperature of the surrounding air dropped to the freezing point in an instant, and all the flowers, grass, and trees were covered in a thick layer of frost.

Qin Feng steadied his figure and looked down at the dark-colored sleeve on his left arm that had been torn by the aftermath of the Sword Qi. Even his skin, which was as tough as that of a Yao Beast, had seeped a trace of bright red blood.

"Foundation Establishment Middle Stage?!"

A look of gravity flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, and he suddenly raised his head.

He saw the mist in front of him slowly disperse. A stunningly beautiful woman wearing a luxurious water-blue flowing fairy dress with wide sleeves, holding a long sword emitting a dazzling blue light, was staring at him intensely with a resentful gaze that seemed to wish she could devour his flesh.

The person who had arrived was none other than Zhao Simin.

"You little beast!!!"

Zhao Simin roared through gritted teeth, her beautiful face completely twisted by hatred.

"You killed my brother and stole my foundation establishment fruit. This hatred is irreconcilable. Today, this lady will definitely pull out your tendons, peel your bones, and hack you into ten thousand pieces to pay tribute to the Soul of my brother, Senior Brother Zhao, in heaven!"

Feeling the violent pressure of the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage released without reservation from the opponent, Qin Feng sneered disdainfully.

"Beautiful Zhao, you really are like a lingering ghost. What, your brother didn't have the ability and got killed, and now it's the sister's turn to come out and bite people like a mad dog?"

"You are courting death—!!!"

Insulted like this by Qin Feng, Zhao Simin completely lost her reason. She suddenly bit the tip of her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the Blue Frost Sword.

"'Ice Soul Sky-Filling'—Kill!!!"

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—!"

Hundreds upon thousands of sharp and unparalleled extreme cold Sword Qi, like a violent storm, instantly blocked all of Qin Feng's escape routes from all directions, bringing with it an unstoppable force, crazily strangling toward him.

A full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator was far beyond what Senior Brother Gou Dongxi of the Early Foundation Establishment Stage could compare to.

Qin Feng's expression sank slightly. The Chaos Art within his body operated crazily, and the purple-gold Qi and blood of his Heavenly Tyrant Body roared in his Meridians like an angry Dragon.

"Golden Bell Shield, rise!"

An illusory dark golden ancient bell instantly enveloped him.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—!!!"

Dense Sword Qi bombarded the Golden Bell Shield, emitting a deafening explosion.

Although the Low Grade Mystic-level Martial Skill had astonishing defense, under the furious onslaught of a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage powerhouse, the golden bell phantom began to sway violently, and fine cracks appeared on it.

"This crazy woman, her cultivation level is too much higher than mine; fighting head-on is too disadvantageous!"

While defending, Qin Feng's brain was operating at high speed.

Although he was not afraid, this was the official road to Sunset City, and assassins attracted by the bounty were lurking everywhere. Once he and Zhao Simin fought to a mutual injury, he would definitely not get any good results.

"Stinky woman, this young master doesn't have time to play with you today. Let's wait and see!"

A sharp light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. He suddenly slapped his Storage Pouch, and nine more flying knives turned into a crystal long snake, directly replacing defense with attack, and bombarded towards Zhao Simin's Sword Qi.

"Rumble—!"

Borrowing the terrifying recoil force generated by the explosion and the sky full of dust and smoke, Qin Feng activated his Wind-Stepping Footwork to the limit. His whole person turned into an arrow leaving the bow, diving directly into the complex dense forest nearby.

"Want to run?! Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will definitely kill you!"

Zhao Simin slashed away the dust and smoke with one sword. Looking at the fleeing figure, her eye sockets were red, and she chased after him without hesitation, sword in hand.

Just as the two of them had just escaped this battlefield one after the other.

In the surrounding jungle, several hidden dark shadows followed silently again like maggots on a tarsal bone.

...

Deep in the Black Wind Mountain Range, a thrilling chase was unfolding.

Qin Feng was like an agile ancient leopard, crazily shuttling between the dense towering ancient trees.

Behind him, Zhao Simin pursued relentlessly, and streaks of frost Sword Qi constantly destroyed the trees and boulders along the way, leaving a mess.

"How is this woman's True Qi so thick?!"

While running, Qin Feng was secretly shocked. The pressure brought by the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage was no small matter. If it weren't for his tough Physical Body and amazing stamina, he would have been caught up by the other party long ago.

The two ran wildly all the way, and a few days passed in a hurry.

Gradually, the forest in front began to become sparse, and a huge city, like an ancient giant beast crouching on the horizon, slowly appeared in Qin Feng's field of vision.

On the black city wall that towered into the clouds, countless complex defensive Formations were inscribed, and the three gold-plated characters "Sunset City" shone brightly in the sun.

This was the most prosperous gathering place for Loose Cultivators within a radius of thousands of miles, and it was also the intersection of major Sect forces. The city was a mix of dragons and snakes, with a population of millions.

"Good place!"

Qin Feng's eyes lit up. He directly turned into a stream of light and plunged into the bustling gate of Sunset City.

Once inside the city, various noisy peddling sounds and the rumbling of beast carts crushing the bluestone slabs rushed toward him instantly.

Qin Feng immediately restrained his aura, and like the most ordinary Loose Cultivator, he mixed into the crowded flow of people, weaving through the complex markets and alleys.

About the time it takes to burn an incense stick later, relying on his powerful Divine Sense perception, he was convinced that he had completely shaken off Zhao Simin's locking sensation that felt like needles on his back.

"Phew... finally shook off that mad dog."

Qin Feng let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

On a relatively remote but quiet street in the south of the city, he looked up and saw an inn called "Zui Xian Ju".

"Let's go with this one. First, rest and recover some True Qi."

Qin Feng stepped into the inn, threw a few Low-Grade Spirit Stones to the shopkeeper, and asked for a top-tier room.

After entering the room, Qin Feng cautiously set up a few simple warning Formations at the doors and windows before sitting cross-legged on the bed, exhausted.

Continuous high-intensity fighting and fleeing had consumed nearly 70% of his True Qi.

He swallowed a Qi-Recovery Pill and was just about to close his eyes to adjust his breathing.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Outside the door, a soft knock suddenly sounded.

"Who?" Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes and asked vigilantly.

"Guest, the Spirit Tea for calming the mind that you ordered, this servant has brought it to you."

A charming, soft, and heart-melting female voice came from outside the door.

Qin Feng's brows instantly furrowed, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He had just entered the shop and had not ordered anyone to send any Spirit Tea at all!

"Come in." Qin Feng remained calm, but his right hand had already silently reached for the flying knife at his waist, while simultaneously circulating his dark golden Qi and blood throughout his body.

"Creak—"

The door was gently pushed open.

A maid dressed in revealing clothes with an extremely enchanting figure walked in gracefully, holding a wooden tray in both hands, head bowed, twisting her slender water-snake waist.

In the air, a faint but extremely seductive fragrance permeated.

"Guest, please have some tea..."

The maid walked to the table, bent down slightly, and exposed the breathtaking snow-white skin on her chest without reservation.

However, just the moment the woman raised her head...

The originally charming and weak eyes suddenly turned into a deathly silence as cold and piercing as a poisonous snake.

"Bang!"

The wooden tray in her hand, along with the teapot, instantly turned into sky-filling dust under the agitation of True Qi.

A poisoned dagger, pitch-black all over and almost integrated with the Void Realm, turned into a black lightning bolt, stabbing directly at Qin Feng's throat.

At the same time, a terrifying pressure that made Qin Feng's Soul tremble erupted in the room like ten thousand mountains.

"Foundation Establishment Late Stage?!!!"

Qin Feng's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He never expected that in such a remote inn, there would be a powerhouse with a cultivation as high as Foundation Establishment Late Stage hidden.

And the moment the opponent made a move, it was to kill him...