Chapter 300: A Stunning Performance

“Chen Fei!!” Bai Lian’s furious roar echoed through the corridor.

But before he could do anything else, a startled grunt escaped his lips followed by a panicked shout:

“Who’s there? Show yourself!”

“Your transformation technique is still pretty amateurish,” Leng Yue’s mocking voice rang out. Whether it was her time spent with Chen Fei or her own natural wit, she even began throwing in some playful taunts.

Bai Lian’s expression changed dramatically, and he immediately turned to flee.

But the moment he moved, frost swept over his body, freezing him in place.

“Trying to escape from me?” Leng Yue calmly stepped toward him.

“Saintess Leng Yue—you… you broke through!” Bai Lian’s pupils shrank in terror. Now he finally understood why Chen Fei had dared to provoke them so confidently!

Leng Yue gave him a sideways glance and said nothing, instead turning her gaze behind Bai Lian.

“Peach Blossom Demoness, since you’re already here, why bother hiding?”

Fragrant petals swirled in the air as Peach Blossom Fairy appeared with a grave expression.

“I didn’t expect you to break through…”

“Indeed,” Leng Yue’s eyes turned cold,

“Now it’s time we settle our score.”

She had been bottling up her anger for a while now. With Peach Blossom Fairy standing before her, she didn’t waste any words—a wave of freezing energy surged forward, instantly coating the corridor in frost.

Meanwhile, Chen Fei made his move—charging directly at Bai Lian.

Bai Lian twisted and struggled, eyes wide with fear as Chen Fei rapidly closed in.

Just then, two new figures arrived in time.

“Chen Fei! Stop!”

“Block him!”

Two powerful auras appeared, both of them Mysterious Realm experts. Bai Lian’s desperate face lit up with hope.

The duo coordinated smoothly—one moved to intercept Chen Fei while the other quickly weaved hand seals.

Instantly, ghostly wails and demonic shrieks echoed in the air, aiming to disorient Chen Fei.

If Chen Fei hadn’t broken through recently, this would have been a tough battle.

But now…

These two had no idea how dire the situation was.

They both struck out at Chen Fei at once—palm seals landing on his body.

“Chen Fei! Let’s see where you run this time!”

They exchanged smug glances—but their smiles quickly froze.

Something was wrong.

The moment their palms touched him, it felt like slapping a block of iron. A dull clang echoed, and instead of feeling flesh, their hands went numb.

“You two just walked into your graves,” Chen Fei said coolly.

His Yin-Yang Five Elements Seal blasted into one of their foreheads.

“AAAHHH!!”

Flames engulfed the man, followed immediately by a burst of lightning that exploded from his head.

In the blink of an eye, the Mysterious Realm cultivator turned to charcoal.

Chen Fei didn’t pause—his Wufeng Greatsword swept out and cleanly severed Bai Lian’s neck.

Just like Ba Gui (Eight Ghosts), Bai Lian clutched his neck in disbelief, blood gushing from the wound. Even as he died, he couldn’t understand how Chen Fei had gotten past two realm experts and killed him.

The entire clash took only seconds.

By the time Bai Lian’s body hit the floor with a thud, Chen Fei was already standing tall, leaning on his greatsword.

He turned his head and smiled at the other attacker.

“You’re next.”

The man’s face turned pale. Without hesitation, he turned and ran.

No way was he sticking around!

They’d both attacked together, yet not only had they failed to stop Chen Fei—both Bai Lian and his partner were instantly killed.

Especially that clean, brutal execution—his soul trembled at the memory.

Chen Fei watched the man flee and scoffed.

He moved to chase—but as he was halfway there, his body twisted mid-air to avoid a sudden blast of red light.

Landing safely, he looked toward the source and chuckled.

“Fast, aren’t you? What’s wrong, couldn’t wait to offer me tribute?”

Wang Fang emerged with a grim face.

At this point, most of the powerful evil cultivators had arrived on the fifth level of the Blood Flower Underground Palace.

It was clear that the numbers were against Chen Fei.

But his face held not a hint of fear—in fact, he mocked Wang Fang outright.

Wang Fang clenched his fists, his teeth grinding audibly.

“Chen Fei, you really think you’re the only one who broke through?” he sneered, raising his hand. A blood orb floated into his palm.

Chen Fei looked him up and down, then smirked.

“Not bad. You broke through quickly. If you don’t bring out something impressive, this might be your last chance.”

“Chen Fei!”

Wang Fang tried to stay calm, but Chen Fei’s arrogance pushed him over the edge.

“Come. Let’s see what tricks you’ve got,” Chen Fei waved.

Wang Fang didn’t hesitate. With a flick of his hand, red light spread through the air.

Chen Fei frowned.

This tainted blood wasn’t immediately dangerous, but prolonged exposure would corrupt spiritual energy and weaken the cultivator.

However, with the Void Heaven Cauldron, he wasn’t too worried.

What did concern him was the Blood Pearl in Wang Fang’s hand.

The Fallen God’s Eye—that was the real threat. Even Lord Mu had shown caution when facing it.

He couldn’t afford to be careless.

“So you do know fear? Hah!” Wang Fang sneered.

He raised the blood orb, letting it float in front of him.

“Blood Demon Summoning—Demonic General Crimson Soul, heed my command: ARISE!”

Wang Fang pointed forward—the orb burst, and a figure formed from blood, clad in heavy armor.

Chen Fei’s eyebrows lifted.

This was unexpected.

The Crimson Soul slowly lifted its head. Its glowing red eyes locked onto Chen Fei.

With a flick of its glaive, it charged—straight for Chen Fei’s throat.

He blocked with his sword—the backlash from the strike made his brow twitch.

“This guy’s got some real strength.”

The Crimson Soul moved like a phantom, its glaive attacking from all directions.

Chen Fei didn’t dare relax. The puppet clearly had Mysterious Realm strength.

And the worst part?

It didn’t tire.

So long as Wang Fang fed it spiritual energy, it could fight endlessly. Even if it took damage, it wouldn’t falter.

Chen Fei, however, would be slowly worn down.

And when he was weak enough—Wang Fang would pounce.

“What’s wrong, Chen Fei? Weren’t you arrogant? Keep going! Don’t stop now!”

Wang Fang’s grin widened with sadistic glee.

This was cathartic.

But Chen Fei ignored his taunts.

Instead, he carefully studied the Crimson Soul’s patterns, observing its movements and analyzing its power.

After all, it’d be a waste to destroy such a fine sparring partner without learning everything he could.