That night, Master Guanxin, in league with an old Daoist and a jianghu swordsman, had jointly ambushed Master Huizhen. Later, Li Yanchu and Bai Hongtu had arrived and slain the swordsman, but Master Guanxin and the old Daoist had mysteriously vanished. And that Daoist had wielded an Eight Trigrams Mirror just one. When Daoist Master Jin Feng made his move just now, his once upright and dignified appearance suddenly shifted. His demeanor became cold and vicious, exuding a sinister aura. That unique aura instantly reminded Li Yanchu of the old Daoist who had escaped that night. Jin Feng growled through gritted teeth, “You again! Always ruining our plans... The sacred sect won’t spare you!” He didn’t answer Li Yanchu directly. The gaping wound at his shoulder was racked with unbearable pain. “The ‘sacred sect,’ huh? You rats crawling out of the gutters really love giving yourselves fancy titles,” Li Yanchu sneered coldly. He then raised a foot and crushed Jin Feng’s severed, twitching arm beneath his heel, turning it into a bloody, mangled pulp. With that, Jin Feng’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets with fury. He reached toward his waist and suddenly whipped out the Hellbind Ropes. A fast and deadly yellow rope shot out like an arrow, hurtling straight toward Li Yanchu. But Li Yanchu’s figure shifted, and he sidestepped at the final instant, then slashed upward at Jin Feng’s lower leg. In an instant, the razor-sharp Jiaoslayer transformed into a streak of scarlet light as it slashed back upward. Seeing this, Jin Feng’s pupils contracted. He hadn’t expected Li Yanchu to dodge the Hellbind Ropes, much less to still be combat-ready despite his apparent injuries. In desperation, Jin Feng drew the bronze sword, the very one he had used to shred his master’s heart, and met the incoming saber head-on. Li Yanchu’s strike carried the force of a thousand jin, and with Six Yang Force channeled into it, the saber gleamed with pure righteous fury. Jus then, Jin Feng was blown backward, and his entire body crashed hard into the stone wall. The Hellbind Ropes suddenly shot back as if it had eyes of its own, instantly encircling Li Yanchu. But with a flicker, Li Yanchu's figure shifted sideways through the air, and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared right in front of Daoist Master Jin Feng. His speed was so great it left behind afterimages, and his speed was far beyond what ordinary martial artists could perceive. Suddenly, Daoist Master Jin Feng bit down on the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood to forcefully activate his spirit power. The Hellbind Ropes followed Li Yanchu like a shadow, tracking his every move. However, Jin Feng had not yet fully mastered the complete form of this Hellbind Ropes, otherwise, Li Yanchu would’ve already been entangled. He had originally planned to blow up the bronze tomb gate and escape, but who would've thought a figure this powerful and so fiercely dominant was hiding among the wounded and weakened? That mouthful of tongue blood had clearly inflicted irreversible internal damage on him, so much so that his complexion instantly paled. It was a desperate move, the kind used only when risking one’s life. Li Yanchu’s gaze was fierce, and his battle spirit rose like a blazing inferno. His entire body then started radiating boiling, unyielding force. The Jiaoslayer swept up a wave of searing heat before unleashing a razor-sharp saber qi, then it crashed straight into the Hellbind Ropes that Jin Feng had painstakingly cultivated. Snap! The yellow rope was severed in one clean stroke, and the spiritual light that had gathered along it shattered instantly. In an instant, Jin Feng’s face turned ghastly white, and his body suddenly aged several years as if struck by lightning. He vomited a massive mouthful of blood on the spot, then he stared at Li Yanchu in disbelief. “No... That’s impossible!” He had painstakingly cultivated Hellbind Ropes, even going so far as to betray his master and sever ancestral ties just to obtain it, yet it had been cut down by Li Yanchu with a single strike. Li Yanchu let out a cold chuckle. “That spell of yours might be useful against ghosts and evil spirits. But you think it could work on me? How delusional.” He had long since noticed the spell’s inherent flaw. It possessed strong spiritual properties specifically for restraining yin spirits and malicious entities, but against someone like him, whose qi and blood was overwhelmingly strong, it barely had any effect. At present, he was already at the level of a first-rate martial artist. His Primordial Chaos Technique, Six Yang Saber Art, and Divine Astral Hands had all been officially recognized as first-rate martial disciplines, and each one brimmed with pure yang and unyielding force. How could spells meant to subdue the sinister or unclean have any real impact on him? Not to mention, he carried with him both the triple-enhanced Five-Lightning Talisman and the Spirit Officer Summoning Talisman, both of which radiated pure and upright yang qi, which further weakened the power of the Hellbind Ropes. Daoist Master Jin Feng’s aura had dwindled to a withered thread, but his eyes still glinted with hatred sharp as sabers. He had never imagined that the spell he had schemed so hard to master would be so utterly useless against this young Daoist. “You little bastard... You’ve ruined the sacred sect’s plans again and again. Even as a ghost, I’ll come back to haunt you!” he hissed through clenched teeth while his eyes brimmed with venomous malice. “As a ghost, you’ll die even faster,” Li Yanchu said with a smirk, his tone thick with mockery. Furious, Daoist Master Jin Feng was speechless at his words. “Where is Master Guanxin? Exactly how many of you remnants have gone down into the tomb?” With that, Li Yanchu stepped forward and pressed the Jiaoslayer against Jin Feng’s neck. The saber’s cold edge was so sharp it made Jin Feng feel like the very blood in his veins had frozen. No wonder this ancient saber had been able to cut through the Hellbind Ropes, its aura unmistakably marked it as a legendary artifact. Hearing this, Daoist Master Jin Feng let out a grim laugh and glared at Li Yanchu with venom. “You think I’ll tell you?” he spat disdainfully. With a clean motion, Li Yanchu sliced off Daoist Master Jin Feng’s left arm. The severed limb flew high into the air before dropping heavily to the ground. “Aaaahhh!” Caught completely off guard, Jin Feng let out a bloodcurdling scream and began writhing on the ground in agony. Google seaʀᴄh NovєlFіre.net However, Li Yanchu had been careful. He was worried that Jin Feng might bleed to death too quickly, so he had used the searing heat of the Six Yang Force to cauterize the wound at the shoulder. As a result, the bleeding was minimal. “Don’t bargain with me,” Li Yanchu snapped coldly. “I’ll ask one last time, how many more of your comrades are in this tomb? Where are they now?” The wounded cultivators and exorcists nearby looked at Li Yanchu with a shift in their expressions. This young Daoist... really carries a heavy murderous qi. Even though Daoist Master Jin Feng was a traitor who had betrayed his master and ancestors, he was undeniably tough, and he still refused to yield. “Even if you cut me into a thousand pieces, I’ll never betray the sacred sect!” Suddenly, a head flew high into the air, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Li Yanchu had cleanly severed Jin Feng’s head with a single strike. The expression frozen on Jin Feng’s face was one of shock and disbelief; he had died with his eyes wide open. He had assumed Li Yanchu would interrogate him at length, which would buy him time, perhaps long enough for a master from Bare Body Sect to arrive and rescue him. He never imagined that Li Yanchu would kill him after just two questions. Even the cultivators behind him were startled, thinking the same. Wait, you could’ve at least asked a few more questions! After that, Li Yanchu crouched down and began rifling through Jin Feng’s belongings, thereafter he pulled out a bronze sword with a razor sharp blade. He dug further and found a few healing pills, and a dozen or so talismans, which were all written in common cinnabar ink, nothing unusual. Apart from that, there was nothing else. A trace of disappointment flashed through Li Yanchu’s eyes, but he quickly let it go. How could someone Bare Body Sect operative, who concealed his identity so thoroughly, possibly carry anything on him that might expose his background? That night, Daoist Master Jin Feng had likely worn a human-skin mask, or used some other common disguise technique often seen in the jianghu. Such disguises weren’t nearly as miraculous as the legends claimed, and compared to genuine Daoist transformation spells, they didn’t even come close. They weren’t enough to impersonate a well-known person without being detected. At most, they could help hide one’s identity as a basic camouflage. “Hongtu!” Li Yanchu called out loudly.