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The towering black-red command flag, which moments ago looked like a pillar holding up the heavens, began to shrink rapidly the moment it fell into Chen Fei's hands. It was far too massive to store in an ordinary spatial ring. Fortunately, he had the Void Heaven Cauldron. Chen Fei immediately tossed the command flag into the Purple Palace, avoiding a logistical nightmare. At the same time, the entire Tianzhang Mountain Secret Realm began to tremble violently. A look of caution crossed Chen Fei's…-
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At that moment, all the surrounding cultivators were still focused on contending over the Blood Fiend Formation at the core of the battlefield. So when someone suddenly made a move to snatch the reward, it instantly provoked outrage from both sides. But the black figure didn't stop—not even for a moment. It had already appeared before the core of the Blood Fiend Formation. Chen Fei immediately forced Qian Kuan back with a strike and, without hesitation, turned and ran! Leng Yue, who had been locked…
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This was the first time Chen Fei had ever witnessed a battle between peak-level powerhouses at such close range. During the confrontation with the Blood Sect Patriarch, he had Ancestor Tianqing shielding him, so the brunt of the force had been greatly mitigated. But now... it was completely different. Neither the Wanderer nor Master Xu He held back in the slightest. Even though their auras weren't directly aimed at the spectators, the pressure alone felt like a giant stone pressing down on everyone's…
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"Kill! Kill them all—including Twin Lotus Sect!" "Despicable! Shameless!" Curses filled the air from every direction, though the voices were already losing strength. The fury of the trapped cultivators was turning into nothing more than impotent rage, their energy steadily drained by the ongoing blood sacrifice. At the heart of Soul-Crushing Slope, the blood-colored banner swirled with a sinister aura. The sacrificial formation had been fully activated, and the blood energy of countless victims was…
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Qian Kuan's arms were unusually long—long enough to reach past his knees, a trait that made him appear beastlike and sinister. He locked his sharp gaze on Chen Fei and slowly stepped forward. Without a word, he raised his hand and unleashed a sharp, chopping strike. The force behind it was thick and violent—bold and unrestrained, like a master of open, aggressive combat techniques. If one didn't know he was a demonic cultivator, they would never associate such a commanding presence with an "evil"…
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Survival of the fittest. That was Chen Fei's long-standing impression of demonic cultivators—and now, he had seen it confirmed with his own eyes. The man whose tent he had seized didn't argue anymore. At this point, saying anything would only make it worse. And if he truly angered Chen Fei, who knew what the consequences might be? Once the elder from Twin Lotus Sect departed, the injured cultivator quickly slipped away as well. Not long after, two or three others exchanged glances and quietly…
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The secret chamber appeared plain and ordinary, yet Chen Fei felt a strong sense of unease. Suddenly, a cold wind blew through. "In the end, the body is just a stinking shell, nothing more. Wouldn't you agree, Benefactor?" A solemn voice echoed behind him. Without hesitation, Chen Fei unleashed a Palm Thunder backward. "This is Mahayana Dharma—formless and rootless," the voice responded. A radiant golden light bloomed and completely swallowed the thunder. Chen Fei frowned. Within that golden…
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Bringing Leng Yue out of the Ziqing Palace had been a moment of inspiration for Chen Fei. However, Leng Yue hadn't experienced what he had. As she gazed at the gloomy landscape of Tianzhang Mountain, she felt little desire to admire it and soon returned to the palace. She claimed it was for strategic advantage—so she could ambush the Peach Blossom Enchantress when the time came. Yet upon returning, her face was flushed. The memory of Chen Fei's smile amidst the bleak scenery stayed with her, making…
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Chen Fei didn't hesitate for long. After a brief pause, he sat cross-legged on the mat. The moment he sat down, his ears were overwhelmed by chaotic chanting. "Heart-Linking Technique." Without delay, he activated the Heart-Linking Technique. Under its influence, the noisy chants instantly vanished. But then, his consciousness went black—only to reawaken in an empty, pitch-dark space. "Benefactor," a gentle voice spoke. Before him, a monk appeared—kind-faced, calm, and clearly clad in…
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"Junior Brother Chen, thank you..." Wang Feng gave a free and easy smile, slowly stretching out his hand toward Chen Fei. But the speed at which his life force was fading grew faster and faster. His complexion had turned a ghastly pale. Chen Fei's expression grew solemn as he frowned, staring at Wang Feng's face. The effects of the Decisive Pill were well known—but so were the side effects. Chen Fei immediately began rummaging through his storage pouch for antidotes. Wang Feng noticed and smiled…
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