Chapter 152

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Chapter 152: Clash with the Black Robe!

"Senior brothers bullying the weak like this lacks dignity. How about I challenge one of you? The loser gets eliminated. What say you, Zhong Ying?" Duan Chenfeng chuckled casually.

"Insignificant ants dare make demands?" Zhong Ying sneered.

"A black robe disciple fearing to duel a mere outer disciple? This’d become quite the joke if word spread." Duan Chenfeng sighed dramatically.

"Senior Zhong! Let me kill this arrogant brat!" roared Zheng Mian from Duan Chenfeng’s left.

"What’s your name, brother? Such spirit! Let’s duel—loser leaves." Duan Chenfeng turned with a grin.

"Remember it well—Zheng Mian, second stage of Qi refining. You should tremble before me," the black-robed disciple declared, stepping forward.

Duan Chenfeng ducked his head. "Second stage Qi refining! Truly awe-inspiring. Go easy on me, Brother Zheng."

"Wise choice. Crush your life-saving talisman and scram," Zheng Mian barked triumphantly.

"Ah, but I’m not ready to leave yet. If my presence offends you, why not crush yours first?" Duan Chenfeng replied innocently.

Zheng Mian gaped, then snarled, "You are looking for death!"

Light and shadow flickered as Zheng Mian’s fist shot forward, true qi solidifying into a visible force.

Duan Chenfeng snorted coldly, his right hand arcing gracefully to deflect the strike effortlessly.

Zheng Mian froze. How could this yellow-robed novice block his full-powered attack?

"This is the famed second stage Qi refining? Pathetic." Duan Chenfeng smirked.

Enraged, Zheng Mian summoned a crescent-moon spiritual weapon.

"Enough!" Zhong Ying’s voice cracked like a whip.

"Senior Zhong! Let me slaughter this—"

"You’ll lose. Stop wasting time." Zhong Ying cut him off. "All seven of you—attack now. We visit the Divine Feather Vulture King’s peak afterward."

Zheng Mian protested, "I can handle this! Save your strength for the spirit beast!"

"The Divine Feather Vulture King attempts spirit beast ascension at midnight. After surviving the heavenly trial, it’ll weaken for three hours. We strike then. Kill these three quickly." Zhong Ying ordered, ignoring him.

Six black robes nodded, encircling Duan Chenfeng’s group.

Duan Chenfeng scanned them—two undiscernible cultivations (likely third level Qi refining), five at second stage. Impossible odds.

Though usually quick to fight, Duan Chenfeng had been stalling to buy time for Ye Yun and Yu Minghong’s breakthroughs. Once Ye Yun reached Qi refining stage, Zhong Ying’s gang would be easy prey.

The black robes stepped over the meditating Ye Yun and Yu Minghong—seventh level body refinement cultivators beneath their notice.

Light shimmered in Duan Chenfeng’s hands as Blazing Sun and Nether Shadow gauntlets materialized. A black battle spear appeared—the Breaking Sun Spear—its tip gleaming viciously.

Medium-grade spiritual weapon: Breaking Sun Spear!

A casual flick sent dark energy ripping through earth. Though obtained mere yesterday, Duan Chenfeng had forcibly refined it within hours.

"The Breaking Sun Spear!" Zhong Ying’s eyes glinted. "You’re the sect task group. Surrender your treasures, and I’ll spare you."

Duan Chenfeng laughed heartily. "Zhong Ying, have you gone mad? Why would we surrender our treasures when we can simply crush our life-saving talismans and leave?"

"If you refuse," Zhong Ying replied coldly, his voice dripping with scorn for the cultivator three levels beneath him, "I’ll hunt you down and slaughter you all after you exit."

"Let’s warm up with a fight first! I’ll crush mine if things go badly," Duan Chenfeng retorted. His laughter ceased abruptly as inky darkness erupted from his Breaking Sun Spear, coalescing into a solid beam that stabbed backward without warning.

The black-robed disciple behind him froze in shock. Before he could react, the black light pierced his chest. Blood sprayed as agony exploded through his body.

Showing no mercy, Duan Chenfeng vaulted skyward using his spear, delivering brutal kicks to the gaping chest wound before slamming his palm against the disciple. The body flew backward and crumpled lifelessly.

Zhong Ying’s eyes widened at the sudden brutality. By the time he recovered, his subordinate lay broken on the ground, spirit possibly extinguished.

"KILL HIM!" Zhong Ying roared.

Six black-robed disciples unleashed their true qi. Blades of solidified energy converged from all directions toward Duan Chenfeng. Though newly ascended to the Qi refining stage, the youth couldn’t withstand six attackers. His spear danced wildly, deflecting strikes as he staggered under the assault.

"Senior Brother Duan!" Yu Minghong’s cry cut through the chaos. The previously meditating youth leapt up, mountain winds billowing his robes like sails as he soared forward. The Little Xuanwu Shield materialized around them with a flash.

CRACK!

A new fissure split the shield’s surface. Yu Minghong dragged Duan Chenfeng backward while the latter launched opportunistic strikes, piercing two attackers’ shoulders. Though the shield could block attacks below the third Qi refining level, two opponents met that threshold. The barrier crumbled under their combined might.

Retreating to Ye Yun’s side, the duo stood united. "Little Yu! You reached Qi refining too?" Duan Chenfeng exclaimed.

The sixteen-year-old nodded, exhilarated. Condensing true qi marked him as an outstanding genius among Heavenly Sword Sect’s outer disciples – a dream many never achieved.

"Two first-level novices blocking our strike?" Zhong Ying’s eyes gleamed. "That turtle-shell spiritual weapon is exceptional. Take it!"

"Surrender your treasures and depart freely," Zhong Ying demanded, stepping forward.

Duan Chenfeng sneered. "All those years cultivating just made you gabby? We’re not handing over anything, you incurable fool!"

"THEN DIE!" Zhong Ying flicked his fingers, releasing a shadow that exploded into hundreds of black threads midair.

Yu Minghong raised the cracked Little Xuanwu Shield again. The barrage struck with a sickening CRACK, leaving the shield dull and spiritless. Pain flickered across the youth’s face before resolve hardened it.

"Kill them all! Start with the meditating one!" Zhong Ying commanded.

As six disciples advanced, Duan Chenfeng and Yu Minghong shared a grin. "Scared, Little Yu? Want to escape?"

"Together or not at all!" Yu Minghong snapped, summoning the Moon-Chasing Soul-Cutting Blade. "Can they even drive us out? Doubtful!"

Laughing wildly, Duan Chenfeng’s aura surged. The Breaking Sun Spear gleamed coldly as true qi roiled around him. "Well said! Let’s show them!"