Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu

  As the sun set sluggardly to nest beneath the mountains, a stark orange light flooded into the solemn Demon Subduing Hall, painting it as though it were drenched in blood.

  Yagyu Mimoto was in an extremely good mood as he reached his hands out to grab his prize. He could already see the emergence of over ten Xiantian experts in his Itoh clan, dazzling the entire martial world!

  But as he indulged in the moment of pride, a figure suddenly appeared before him, seemingly manifesting in thin air. With just a momentary lapse in concentration, his eyes had completely missed the entrance of this figure!

  A hand stretched out, its skin whiter than snow and shimmering with a faint white glow. Long jet-black hair tied up with white silk flowed down the figure's back.

  "Why? Are the promises of a righteous Taoist Sect actually so worthless?"

  Yagyu Mimoto frowned with disgust. It seemed like Mount Longhu was prepared to discard all their face and throw numerous opponents at them in succession to tire them out.

  "Who is that youngster?"

  The crowd whispered with puzzlement.

  "Which clan's disciple is this? He's simply messing around up there! Does he think that he was superior to Nan Yang and Qian Jun?" an old Daoist scolded.

  The other Evolved Jing masters looked at each other for clarification, indicating their lack of knowledge about this strange youth.

  "Fellow Daoist Bei Feng?"

  Danxia Zi rubbed his eyes and asked with some uncertainty.

  "Long time no see, Fellow Daoist Danxia."

  Bei Feng smiled amiably at him as he returned the greeting.

  "Fellow Daoist, this is not a joking matter. We can talk later after this if it's not important," Danxia Zi said.

  Although Bei Feng was rather outstanding among the younger generation, he knew that he was still worlds apart from a character like Itoh Junji!

  "It's okay, let me settle this problem before us first. We can catch up later."

  Bei Feng looked expressionlessly at Itoh Junji, as though he did not put that person in his sights at all. Only when he cast his gaze upon the Form and Will Fist manual in Yagyu Mimoto's hands did he reveal a look of desire.

  The reason Bei Feng decided to act this time was quite simple. Firstly, he did not want to let the Japanese people strut around and take a dump in his own homeland. Secondly, he was genuinely interested in the Form and Will Fist manual.

  "Danxia Zi, what's the background of this youngster?" Numerous people turned to Danxia Zi and asked.

  "He's a friend I made a while ago. He's young, but his cultivation is already quite strong. Right now, I reckon his fighting strength should be at the peak of Evolved Jing? But against that Japanese guy…… he's definitely not a match for him!" Danxia Zi said with a light sigh. Although Bei Feng might be strong, the distance between him and the Japanese guy was still too great.

  "Ai!"

  The Evolved Jing masters who initially held some hope also shook their heads with disappointment. Talents like Nan Yang and Qian Jun were already the cream of the crop of the younger generation. How could a random youth be expected to be superior to them?

  "We've already won! Is Mount Longhu trying to renege on their promise?"

  Itoh Junji had already expended much of his strength. If Mount Longhu really wanted to go back on their word, there was nothing they could do.

  Putting himself in Mount Longhu's shoes, he would definitely not hand over the Dragon Tiger Pills too, since they were in a position of advantage.

  "Hand over the Form and Will Fist manual and I'll allow you to leave."

  Bei Feng stated blandly. Although his words were simple, they were filled with absolute tyranny!

  "I say, Mystic Five, do you think the boss would be beaten to death here today?"

  Mystic Six felt the palms of his hands getting sweaty. After witnessing the battle prowess of the experts at this meeting, they'd instead lost faith in Bei Feng's strength.

  After all, they had rarely seen Bei Feng in action. In contrast, the impressive skills of Itoh Junji, Nan Yang, and Qian Jun were like something out of the legends and story books.

  "Impossible! If even we are able to see how powerful the Japanese guy is, there's no way that boss cannot see it. Since he dares to step out there, that means he at least has some confidence!"

  Mystic Five said resolutely as he stared unblinkingly at the scene in front. "Finally, I get to witness boss in action. With boss's skills, even if he cannot win, he should be able to protect himself, right?"

  "Is that the decision of Mount Longhu?"

  Itoh Junji asked with gritted teeth.

  The entire crowd fell into a deep silence at that. Everybody was acting as if they had not heard the question. They neither voiced out in support or opposition.

  "So noisy…… I'll only unleash a single sword strike. If you can block it, you get to live. If not, die!"

  Bei Feng frowned with annoyance as he glared at Itoh Junji who was talking non-stop, completely disregarding his presence. In that moment, he uttered a single sentence. Although his voice was not loud, it caused all the Evolved Jing masters to purse their lips and look away awkwardly.

  "This is what it means to lose in skills but not lose in disposition! The spotlight is all being hogged by this brat now. Why didn't I think of that earlier?"

  Yi Xiaoqian murmured to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he was amazed at how smart and sly Bei Feng was. He only needed to unleash one sword strike and run away. Even if his opponent blocked it, he wouldn't lose any face. How clever!

  "Danxia Zi, isn't this friend of yours a little too arrogant and conceited?"

  "Hmph! So it's just another fellow that's talking big to seek fame!"

  Two Evolved Jing masters remarked coldly one after another, causing Danxia Zi's face to turn exceedingly ugly.

  Bei Feng could not be bothered about all the endless chattering. A boundless blood and Qi aura surged out of him, rushing towards the skies! In an instant, a layer of five-meter-wide formless energy made up of his aura had formed a canopy above him!

  "G-a!"

  The two Evolved Jing masters who were still prattling on unhappily in the background suddenly felt as though they had been gripped on the neck like a duck, causing their words to be stuck in their throats.

  "How can anyone have such a concentrated blood and Qi?! Could it be that this fellow is a Demonic Beast masquerading as a human?"

  The crowd gasped aloud. All the shocking events they'd witnessed throughout their entire lives added together were not even as crazy as the scene today!

  "That's…… the Fleshly Body Xiantian Realm!"

  Danxia Zi's jaws dropped all the way to the ground in his shock. Even in his wildest dreams, he'd never thought that Bei Feng's improvement would be so quick!

  "Grandpa, is it really possible to attain Xiantian realm just by cultivating the fleshly body?"

  A youngster asked in amazement.

  "Possible! Only, the difficulty of training one's body to the Xiantian level is extremely high, verging on impossibility! Almost all of the martial practitioners who'd ever reached the Xiantian level did so by accumulating the Qi in their body and using the strength of their cultivation to control the Heaven and Earth Ling Qi!

  But, those who aim for the Fleshly Body Xiantian Realm are essentially all lunatics! The body tempering process is exceedingly cruel and painful. How can it be an easy matter to match Qi Refinement Xiantian experts using just the power of the mortal body?

  Of those who walk the path of body cultivation, less than one among ten thousand body cultivators manage to reach the Xiantian realm! If one cannot achieve a breakthrough with their fleshly body, they would all die in excruciating pain in their old age due to the injuries sustained from forcefully tempering their bodies!

  But once they manage to obtain a breakthrough, their blood and Qi would be as thick as mercury, and their vitality as powerful as a dragon’s! It would be difficult to find even a single opponent at the same level!"

  The old man explained as his voice trembled. His eyes were staring with disbelief at the figure in the middle of the hall. The issue was that Bei Feng's appearance was really too youthful!

  "Which clan groomed such a vicious disciple?"

  The Evolved Jing masters were looking at Bei Feng as though they were gazing at a monster. Although these people practiced Qi refinement instead of fleshy body tempering, they were still aware of how perversely difficult it was to break through as a body cultivator!

  Every single Xiantian body cultivator was pretty much a lunatic. They were exceedingly cruel to their enemies and even more so to themselves!

  Itoh Junji turned serious immediately. This was definitely his toughest opponent to date! He focused his eyes on Bei Feng and assumed a defensive stance as he prepared to receive Bei Feng's sword strike!

  But, no matter how he looked, he couldn't even see where Bei Feng's sword was!

  "Zeng!"

  Bei Feng threw out the golden flying sword with a speed as fast as lightning. With the full force of his 2 star mental power behind it, the flying sword reached a speed five times the speed of sound in an instant!

  A dazzling golden ray flashed across the hall, carrying with it the light shrill of a sword keen.

  "Cling, cling!"

  The Cang clan elder felt the sword on his hips clattering against his knees in response to the flying sword. It was as if the sword was excited and yearned to be unleashed to drink its fill of blood!

  "What a swift sword!"

  Itoh Junji mumbled absentmindedly as a golden light flashed in his peripheral. Following that, a hairline red thread appeared on his neck.

  "Plop!"

  The hall was completely silent as a head rolled onto the floor. Blood jetted out of a headless body, spraying several meters into the air!

  Bei Feng seemed to have expected this outcome long ago as he walked lightly over to Itoh Junji's body. His snow white robes were completely untouched by the blood. It was like there was an invisible barrier around him which deflected all the blood spraying in his direction!

  What kind of a concept was five times the speed of sound? Even with Bei Feng's current mental power, he could only sustain that kind of speed for one second at the most! But, for such a short distance, a single second was enough to slaughter Itoh Junji tens to hundreds of times!

  Apart from the sound of blood raining, the entire Demon Subduing Hall was as quiet as a cemetery. The power of a single sword…… was this terrifying!