"Throat!" Lin Feng's eyes stared at the Ghostly Wolf, then he took a small step forward.

  But just this small step, however, made Jingyun and the others' hearts jump to their throats. Lin Feng, what did he want to do? This was a 9th-level demonic beast, the Youming Wolf, the most ruthless demonic beast below the Spiritual Beast level. Even many Qi Refining Realm Ninth-Grade warriors would only have the privilege of running away when encountering the Youming Wolf.

  Not giving them time to think, Lin Feng told them what he was doing with his actions. He saw Lin Feng start to sprint, empty-handed and fist-less, towards the direction of the Youming Wolf, getting faster and faster.

  Seeing this scene, the eyes of Jing Yun and three people were stiffened there, and their hearts suddenly trembled.

  "Aooo!" The ghostly wolf saw that the human was actually running towards him, and the eerie eyes on his terrifying face became even colder and more chilling, as if they came from the nine hells.

  A mournful cry rang out, the Youming Wolf's sharp claws trampled down on Jing Feng's body, its form transforming into a black streak of light. The claw that had been pressed against his throat now shone with a dark and white glow.

  "Lin Feng, come back." Jing Yun shrieked, but it seemed to be too late, Lin Feng's speed suddenly surged, like a flash of light, reaching the extreme.

  Qing Yi and Han Man's mouths were agape, their hearts seemingly stopped beating. At this moment, they only had one thought: it's all over!

  A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, dazzlingly bright, and was gone in an instant. After the lightning passed, space seemed to have come to a standstill. Lin Feng's footsteps stopped, and the Ninth-Grade Yao Beast, Youming Wolf, also landed on the ground.

  A quietness that inspires fear!

  Qingyi's fists were clenched in front of her mouth, and fear was evident in her eyes. Lin Feng, are you dead?

  "Drip." A faint, weak sound echoed out, standing out starkly in the silent space. The wolf's body immediately fell to the side, and at his neck, there was a thin thread, extremely fine, with fresh blood seeping out. This thread gradually transformed into a bloodline.

  "Youming Wolf, died!" Han Man and Qing Yi's mouths were still open, staring at the scene in front of them in shock, that fleeting flash of lightning just now was...

  "Lin Feng, how are you?" Jing Yun called out softly, looking at Lin Feng who was still standing motionless.

  Jingyi's words fell, and Qingyi and Hanman also looked at Lin Feng with tension, today was absolutely the most tense and exciting moment in their lives.

  Finally, Lin Feng's body moved, slowly turning around, his clean eyes revealing a brilliant smile.

  "I'm fine." Lin Feng spread his hands, he was just recalling the sword move from earlier, the sword draw technique, the sword was like lightning, the explosive force was indeed strong, of course, on the premise that, his speed had to be fast, fast to the extreme.

  "Ah!" Jing Yun and the three others all let out a long sigh, their tense hearts relaxing, feeling as if they had been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.

  However, the three of them did not speak, but instead stared at Lin Feng as if he were a monster.

  "What are you looking at me like that for?" Lin Feng scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. The gazes of these three guys were too bare.

  "Pervert!" Han Man squeezed out two words from between her teeth, and what made Lin Feng depressed was that Jing Yun and Qing Yi both nodded seriously, showing they shared the same feeling.

  "Lin Feng, you are a Sword Cultivator." The man in green naturally knew that the flash of lightning just now was sword light, only a sword could be so fast.

  "It's not worth mentioning, I just practiced a set of sword techniques." Lin Feng shook his head and said, "Sword cultivators are only those who possess the martial soul of the sword and have strong sword skills, can be called sword cultivators."

  "Isn't it? Isn't your martial soul a sword?" Qing Yi asked in puzzlement.

  "Uh, I'm not a Sword Martial Soul owner." Lin Feng nodded, which made Qing Yi take in a breath of cold air. Not being a Sword Martial Soul but able to wield the sword as fast as lightning could only mean that Lin Feng's understanding of martial skills was too terrifying. Just like Jiǔ Chóng Làng, he had already cultivated it to its peak.

  "I really suspect that you can cultivate any martial skill to an extremely strong level." The man in green clothes sighed and shook his head, but didn't ask Lin Feng what his martial soul was. After all, some people's martial souls might be powerful and rare, and they wouldn't want others to know what their martial soul was. And Lin Feng hadn't even used his martial soul until now, so the man in green clothes speculated that Lin Feng's martial soul must not be simple.

  Lin Feng just smiled, for now it seems that he can indeed cultivate any martial skill and his comprehension is extremely strong.

  "The beast core of the 9th-level demon wolf, we've made a big haul this time." Han Man smiled and took out his dagger to extract the beast core, saying: "Lin Feng, you were the one who single-handedly killed the demon wolf. If it weren't for you, we might not have been able to get out of there. This beast core belongs solely to you."

  "Jingyi, Qingyi, you two have no objections, right?"

  Qing Yi and Jing Yun smiled and shook their heads. If it weren't for Lin Feng, they would have really fallen at Hei Feng Ridge.

  "I disagree, we four will divide all the spoils equally." Lin Feng shook his head. The other side thought he was weak and let him go last, but still wanted to give him a share. Although killing the Youming Wolf was entirely his credit, Lin Feng was not the kind of person who would forget righteousness for profit.

  Han Man and his two companions saw Lin Feng's determined gaze and nodded heavily: "Alright."

  "It seems you've forgotten about me." A voice came over at this time, but it wasn't Jingfeng.

  Jing Feng was struck by the You Ming Wolf on his back, and then trampled by the You Ming Wolf's power from behind. Several bones in his back were broken, and he couldn't get up at all. He could only lie on his back and look up at Lin Feng and the others.

  "Damn you!" Han Man's temper was the most violent, and with a loud curse, this bastard not only disregarded their safety at critical moments, letting them deal with the violent ape on their own, but even led the ghost wolf to them, almost getting them killed.

  "We'll leave, his life and death are up to heaven." Jing Yun also said indignantly.

  One of them was about to leave, but then heard Jing Feng's ominous voice: "Don't forget that my brother knows I entered the Black Wind Ridge with you guys. If I die and you all come out alive, what do you think he'll think?"

  Several Han barbarians stopped in their tracks and turned around, glaring at Jing Feng with anger.

  "You'd better take me with you, or I'll make sure you die," Jing Feng said menacingly.

  "What's going on?" Lin Feng asked in confusion, this guy was half dead and still so arrogant?

  His older brother is Jing Hao, one of the top ten outer disciples, ranked sixth, with a cultivation base at the peak of the ninth layer of the Qi Wu Realm, and also possesses a Sword Martial Soul, extremely formidable. Qing Yi explained, and Lin Feng immediately understood.

  Lifting his footsteps, Lin Feng arrived in front of Jing Feng, with a cold smile lurking in his eyes.

  "Hurry up and help me get up." Jing Feng said in a commanding tone.

  Lin Feng was taken aback and looked at Jingfeng with a hint of a smile: "I really admire your courage."

  The words fell, the soft sword came out of its scabbard, shooting out a chilling and eerie cold light.

  "What do you want to do?" Jing Feng's body tensed up, and a chill ran down his spine.

  "Lin Feng." Qing Yi shouted, Jing Hao was the sixth existence of the outer door disciples, extremely powerful. Although Lin Feng was also very powerful, his cultivation was slightly lower after all. Qing Yi didn't think that Lin Feng could handle Jing Hao.

  Lin Feng looked at the three men in green and asked: "Do you think that with his temperament, after we save him, he will let us go?"

  Three men in green clothes gazed intently, cold sweat breaking out on their backs. Indeed, judging from Jingfeng's performance, even if they saved him, he would probably not let them off.

  "We didn't offend him, it was he who thought too highly of himself and then tried to frame us, resulting in the current situation. But instead of showing remorse, he orders us to rescue him and even demands that we give him half of the beast core as a reward. Such a person, do you still dare to bring him back?"

  Lin Feng patiently explained that although people in this life were mature early, Jing Yun and the others were only fifteen or sixteen years old after all, how could they see through things like him who had lived two lifetimes.

  The three nodded in agreement with Lin Feng's words. Indeed, they were afraid that when they brought Jingfeng back, it would be the time for Jinghao to take revenge.

  Lin Feng turned his head and looked at Jing Feng, but saw that Jing Feng's eyes had finally revealed a hint of fear.

  "I swear, as long as you take me back, I won't retaliate, and I don't want the Beast Core either." Jing Feng retreated backwards on all fours.

  "It's too late." The cold light flashed and disappeared, a sword sealed his throat. A promise made when one's life is threatened, how can it be trusted?

  Lin Feng saw the unyielding Jingfeng, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. His heart had a slight fluctuation, but it was only for an instant. On the path to becoming a strong warrior, blood and corpses were inevitable.

  "If Jing Hao finds you, tell him the truth, just say it was me who killed the person." Lin Feng smiled calmly, without any concern, if even a Nine-Heavenly Sword Realm cultivator feared him, what's the point of wielding a sword to roam the world.