111: Rumors of Fallen Phoenix Grass, Mysterious Whispers

He flicked his wrist, and the Flying Sword did not attack the visible gray-robed swordsman, but instead drew graceful and strange arcs.

The Sword Qi, hot and crimson-gold, spat from its tip, weaving an invisible net that instantly enveloped a seemingly empty area beside him!

There, an extremely faint fluctuation of earth-elemental spiritual energy, just beginning to brew for the next sneak attack, had just emerged — precisely the starting point for the short Cultivator's usual hidden ambush!

"What?! How can he even predict the trajectory of myEscape technique?"

The short Cultivator's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, forced to interrupt his Spell, rolled clumsily on the ground, barely avoiding the scorching Sword Qi net's cut, but his robes were already torn by the Sword Qi, leaving several scorched marks.

Seeing this, the gray-robed swordsman's face was extremely grim.

He knew he had kicked a steel plate today, and a red-hot one at that!

The opponent was not only a Body Cultivator with abnormal defense, but his Battle Intent and spiritual perception for prediction were also terrifying to the extreme!

"This is a tough one! Let's get out of here!" He lost all Battle Intent, let out a sharp cry, and his movement technique was like a ghost as he drifted backward.

The gray fine sword in his hand flickered with countless cold stars, attempting to block Lin Feng's pursuit.

"I told you, once you're here, don't leave!"

How could Lin Feng let a tiger return to the mountains?

He suddenly flung his left hand, and three "Golden Light Spirit Binding Talismans," acquired from previous spoils of war, instantly activated, transforming into three golden chains.

They did not shoot directly at the gray-robed swordsman's body, but instead preemptively locked onto three possible escape routes: to his left, right, and behind him!

At the same time, he took a deep breath, his chest heaving like a bellows, and the dark-gold runes all over his body glowed brightly again!

"Bright King's Roar!"

A roar, as if from ancient Chaos, did not spread through the air but directly impacted a person's Divine Soul Sea of Consciousness!

This was an sound-attack secret art attached to the Ming Wang Purgatory Skill, specifically designed to shock the mind!

The gray-robed swordsman, who was about to use his exquisite movement technique to escape, suddenly stiffened, and his eyes showed a momentary blankness and pain!

The myriad sword shadows also fell into disarray!

It was this instant of stagnation!

Lin Feng's figure appeared before him as if teleporting!

It was still a simple, brutal punch!

A punch that condensed all his Qi and blood and the Bright King's fury!

"Die!"

The gray-robed swordsman only had time to hold his gray fine sword horizontally in front of him!

Clang! Poof—!

The fine sword snapped in response!

The punch's force effortlessly penetrated his protective spiritual light, smashing into his chest!

His heart was instantly shattered!

With endless horror and unwillingness in his eyes, he softly fell to the ground.

The last short Cultivator, who had just gotten up from the ground, saw this scene and was scared out of his wits.

He let out a strange cry, a yellow light flashed on his body, and he was about to cast the earth-escape secret art again.

"Get out here!"

Lin Feng was even faster.

He took a step, as if shrinking the ground into inches, instantly closing in.

His large hand, covered in dark-gold Qi and blood, plunged like iron tongs directly into the yellow light of the earth-escape, which was about to close, and precisely grabbed the short Cultivator's ankle!

"Crack!"

A bone-chilling sound of bones breaking!

The short Cultivator let out a pig-like scream!

Lin Feng exerted force with his arm, violently pulling him completely out of the earth, and like swinging a broken sack, he fiercely smashed him against a hard, seven-colored giant rock nearby!

Boom!

Blood splattered everywhere!

The short Cultivator's scream abruptly stopped, and he became completely silent.

The battle, from start to finish, lasted only a dozen breaths of time.

Lin Feng quickly cleaned up the battlefield, collecting the Storage Pouches of several people.

Inside, as expected, there was a good amount of gold essence and some Spirit Stones and Magical Artifacts.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at the three-colored Phoenix-patterned fruit, immediately left the deep pit, and found a hidden corner to rest for a moment.

'The location of the fallen phoenix grass?' Lin Feng recalled the words of the blade Cultivator before his death, a cold sneer in his heart.

To reveal it so easily, it was ninety-nine percent a trap.

Either it was to lure people to act as cannon fodder to scout the way, or there was an even more terrifying ambush there.

Perhaps, someone was deliberately spreading news to attract Cultivators to a certain place... What was the purpose? Sacrifice? To activate some kind of Restriction?

He shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

In any case, that place must not be visited.

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After a short rest, Lin Feng chose a direction opposite to the rumored location of the fallen phoenix grass to continue exploring.

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A mysterious place.

This was not any known area of the Gold Marrow Island Secret Realm.

Instead, it was a strange space, twisted, blurry, as if existing in the cracks of reality.

There was no sky, no earth, only countless flowing, dark-gold Chaos energy, intertwining and pulsating like blood vessels, forming the foundation of this space.

As the energy flowed, vague images of various parts of the Secret Realm were faintly reflected: the skirmishes in the mine tunnels, the misty Gold Phoenix Pool, and that empty glazed plain...

In the center of the space, a huge, irregular black-purple crystal floated.

The crystal's surface was smooth as a mirror, but inside, nebulas seemed to flow, and countless tiny points of light were being born, dying, and transforming.

A blurry figure, seemingly composed of the purest shadows and pulsating dark-gold runes, leaned quietly against the crystal.

His posture was lazy, as if he had maintained this pose for millions of years.

His face was indiscernible, only a pair of eyes, deep as the universe, indifferently observing all living beings, occasionally lit up in the shadows, reflecting the Secret Realm scenes flowing on the crystal's surface.

When Lin Feng chose to walk in the opposite direction to the rumored location of the fallen phoenix grass, these indifferent eyes slightly turned, falling on the light spot representing Lin Feng's trajectory.

An ancient, obscure syllable, carrying a strange rhythm, seemed to vibrate directly within this space, rather than propagating through the air:

"@!&@!......." An ancient language, seemingly saying: "Another deviator? No... two."

His gaze seemed to pierce through space, briefly glancing in another completely different direction within the Secret Realm — there, Master Ku Zhu sat quietly beneath a withered metallic strange tree, twirling his prayer beads, his body emitting a faint golden Buddha light, gently pushing away all prying and malice, completely ignoring the so-called fallen phoenix grass area in the distance.

The figure withdrew his gaze, seemingly taking slight notice of these two intruders who 'didn't play by the rules,' but then immediately returned to absolute indifference, as if he had only seen two chess pieces on the board that had deviated slightly from their preset trajectories, irrelevant to the overall situation.

Time seemed to have no meaning in this space.

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