175: Chapter 175 Mid-Foundation Establishment Stage, nothing special!

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by Zhao Simin's roar, the wood debris already shattered throughout the guest room was instantly transformed into a sky full of fine ice crystals under the agitation of her violent icy-blue True Qi.

Her originally exquisite face appeared somewhat twisted at this moment, and her eyes flashed with a crazy, icy-blue cold light.

As a proud direct descendant raised by the Zhao family and a Genius daughter of the Hehuan Sect Outer Sect, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

"Little beast, do you really think that just because you managed a sneak attack before, you can ride on top of this lady's head?!"

Zhao Simin let out a sharp cry, her figure like a drifting snowflake in mid-winter, instantly crossing a distance of several zhang.

The Blue Frost Sword shook out dozens of ice lotus Sword Qi in mid-air, each containing terrifying power sufficient to tear apart a Cultivator at the Early Foundation Establishment Stage, completely shrouding Qin Feng with bone-chilling shrieks.

Qin Feng sat steadily on the bed, his eyes showing not the slightest retreat, but instead, a trace of cold, stern amusement.

He was now at the Peak of Qi Refining Level 9, with the abundant blood energy of the Heavenly Tyrant Body.

"A toast? A forfeit? This Young Master has a big appetite and would like to pour a cup of both to taste!"

Qin Feng sneered, and the dark golden blood energy within his body circulated wildly in an instant.

"Golden Bell Shield, rise!"

"Hum—!"

A solid, ancient bell phantom, emitting a faint purple-gold color, instantly appeared around his body.

Mysterious patterns of the Heavenly Tyrant Body wandered across the ancient bell, exuding a heavy and violent aura that suppressed all things.

"Bang bang bang bang—!!!"

The icy-blue Sword Qi slashed fiercely against the Golden Bell Shield, kicking up waves of air and shattered ice.

The violent cold air attempted to invade the Golden Bell Shield, but was instantly evaporated into wisps of white steam by the Tyrant Body's blood energy, failing to leave even a single crack.

"How is this possible?! You are clearly just a Qi Refining..."

Zhao Simin's beautiful eyes trembled violently, her original complacency and cold arrogance instantly turning into endless horror.

"There is still much you haven't expected!"

Qin Feng took a step out and flicked his sleeve violently.

"Swish swish swish—!!!"

A harsh, piercing whistle suddenly sounded in the air.

Nine fine steel flying knives, emitting a chilling silver light, broke through the air under the control of his Divine Sense, which was as vast as an ocean.

"Inch Radiance—One-Character Fatal Array!"

The nine flying knives connected head-to-tail in mid-air, transforming into a silver snake several zhang long, carrying a piercing sonic boom, instantly sealing off all dodging space in front, behind, left, and right of his opponent.

Zhao Simin's expression changed drastically; in the chaos, she could only withdraw her sword to defend, dancing out layers of airtight ice walls around her body to resist the violent impact of the flying knives.

"Ding ding dang dang—!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and ice shards danced in the air.

Just in that flash of a second while she was tightly entangled by the flying knives and exhausted from dealing with them, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled into a cruel arc.

"demon-binding vine, tighten!"

Silently and soundlessly, that Low Grade Magical Artifact, the "demon-binding vine," which was entirely ink-green and covered in sharp barbs, like a venomous snake striking from the shadows, instantly constricted around Zhao Simin's snow-white, slender neck.

"Hahaha, Middle Stage Foundation Establishment, nothing special."

Qin Feng roared, the muscles in his arms bulging, and he pulled with force!

"Ah—!"

Zhao Simin let out a cry of humiliation and pain, her entire body being directly dragged down from mid-air by the unreasonable brute force of the vine, slamming heavily onto the hard wooden floor.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of the impact, accompanied by the groaning of bones, shook the entire room slightly.

Zhao Simin was dazed from the fall, and the Foundation Establishment True Qi that had only just recovered in her body was once again tightly sealed by the restrictive Formation on the demon-binding vine.

Having just recovered from a serious injury, how could she still have the strength of her Peak period? Before she could even struggle, her vision went dark.

Qin Feng's face, filled with evil and coldness, had already loomed over her, and he straddled her waist and abdomen aggressively.

"You... let go..."

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud slap directly interrupted Zhao Simin's words.

"Slap slap slap slap slap—!!!"

The dense sound of slaps suddenly echoed in the room.

A full ten big slaps, ten consecutive strikes, carrying the pure Physical Body strength of Qin Feng's Heavenly Tyrant Body, which was comparable to a Yao Beast, landed fiercely on her delicate, swollen cheeks.

"Ugh... don't hit me... ah..."

Zhao Simin was hit until she saw stars, her originally exquisite, rosy cheeks instantly swelling up like a ripe peach.

The excruciating pain in her body and the sense of humiliation that completely crushed her self-esteem made her tremble uncontrollably.

"Speak, what kind of thing do you think you are?" Qin Feng grabbed her fair throat, his eyes flashing with a scarlet cold light.

Looking at those emotionless eyes, all the pride and desire to resist in Zhao Simin's heart completely collapsed.

She knew that in front of this madman, if she did not yield now, he would really kill her.

"Slave... this slave knows she is wrong... Master, spare my life, this slave knows she is wrong..."

Tears finally burst from her eyes, mixing with blood as they slid down her swollen cheeks, and Zhao Simin, her body trembling, cried out for mercy.

"Hmph."

Qin Feng snorted coldly, tossed her aside like a dead dog, stood up, and kicked her slender waist without ceremony.

"Get out and stand guard. This Young Master is going into seclusion tonight. If you dare to have any twisted thoughts again, or let anyone disturb me, this Young Master will strip you bare and hang you on the gates of Sunset City for all to see!"

"Yes... yes, Master."

Zhao Simin, unable to care about the pain and humiliation on her body, covered her face and scrambled out of the room, closed the door behind her, and honestly stood guard outside.

Inside the room, it finally became quiet again.

Qin Feng rearranged a few warning Formations at the doors and windows before sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, calming the somewhat surging blood energy in his body.

"The hidden danger of Zhao Simin has been suppressed for now, but as long as she hasn't completely submitted, she remains an uncertain trouble. The best method is to directly reach the Foundation Establishment Stage tonight."

A flash of determination crossed Qin Feng's eyes.

He immediately sank his Divine Sense into the System backpack, looking at the "nine-flavor virility pill" that emitted nine golden patterns and was fiery red throughout, as well as the foundation establishment fruit he had previously obtained.

"Chaos Art, circulate!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath, took both items out, and swallowed them into his stomach without hesitation.

"Boom!!!"

Two completely different yet equally violent medicinal powers turned into two surging torrents the moment they entered his mouth, roaring down his throat and pouring into his Meridians.

"Spirit-Locking Void-Swallowing Method, Seal!"

Qin Feng shouted inwardly, silently reciting the incantation in his mind.

Just then, above his Dantian and Qi Sea, an invisible power of Law instantly spread, tightly locking the violent medicinal power that was originally going to rampage and dissipate within his Meridians, preventing even a tiny bit from escaping.

"Ugh..."

Qin Feng let out a muffled groan, his entire body glowing with an eerie crimson red.

The extremely rigid and extremely Yang fire contained within the nine-flavor virility pill, along with the immensely vast wood-attribute life spiritual power within the foundation establishment fruit, under the forced combination of the Chaos Art, unexpectedly generated a marvelous, endless chemical reaction.

Wood generates fire, fire overcomes metal, metal generates water...

The blood energy within his body seemed as if it had been ignited, crazily burning his Meridians and bones.