Qin Huan looked at the retreating Qin Lin, his gaze then landing on Luo Feng. He was dumbstruck, his face losing all color. Qin Lin's cultivation was higher than Qin Honglie's, and he was now a student of the Twelve Golden Palaces. His cultivation of Zi Yuan and Martial Arts was exceptional. In terms of real strength, he might even surpass Young Master Hanshan, Li Hanshan! Qin Huan never expected Qin Lin to be unable to withstand even one punch from Luo Feng. "I intend to kill, and someone like you can't stop me!" Luo Feng coldly looked at Qin Lin lying on the ground as he stepped towards him. Qin Lin's eyes were wide open. It seemed he had not yet awoken from his defeat. As a disciple of the Twelve Golden Palaces, whether facing the Four New Talents of the Flowing Cloud Region or the four young masters of the Red Maple Lead, he had always held an inherent sense of arrogance. He felt they were beneath him and had never considered the possibility of defeat, let alone being knocked away by a single punch, lacking the slightest power to resist. "Impossible! I became a disciple of the Golden Palace a year ago, so how could I lose to this brat!" Qin Lin's expression was ferocious, his bloodshot eyes making him look like a demon. "Luo Feng, you think it's so simple to defeat me!" A vicious look flashed in Qin Lin's eyes as he reached out to grab a blood-red pill the size of a dragon's eye. The pill's surface reflected a dark light, with a sinister, unstable bloodlight flickering within, giving off a chilly aura. This pill was the Black Blood Pill given to him by Zhu Huo. Originally, Qin Lin had no plans of taking it. First, the side effects were too severe. After taking it, his strength would not reach even half of its potential within a day. In this dangerous Secret Realm, this was undoubtedly equivalent to courting death. Furthermore, he didn't believe that he needed the assistance of a pill to deal with a student from the Purple Sun School. But the current situation left him no room for hesitation. Without any hesitation, he swallowed the pill. With a low shout, his clothes fluttered without wind as he began to circulate his Yuan Qi with all his might. The color of Qin Lin's face was constantly changing, gradually deepening, with bloodlight flickering within. Veins the size of earthworms bulged underneath his skin, pulsing non-stop. With a low roar, Qin Lin sprang up from the ground. His feet smashed the ground into pieces. His body was shrouded in a faint bloodlight, and an astonishing aura abruptly rose from him. Luo Feng's eyebrows furrowed slightly. The pill Qin Lin just swallowed could clearly stimulate his potential. At this moment, Qin Lin's aura is infinitely close to the Ninth Heavenly Court Realm. Qin Huan's eyes lit up upon seeing this. "Right, the Black Blood Pill! How could I forget the Black Blood Pill that the headmaster gave! The Black Blood Pill can push a Martial Artist's potential to the limit. Now that Cousin Qin Lin has taken it, his cultivation is only slightly weaker than a warrior of the Ninth Heavenly Court Realm. No matter how strong Luo Feng is, he definitely won't be able to handle him!" "Luo Feng, today I will make you beg for life but be unable to die! Not just you, none of the Four New Talents of the Flowing Cloud Region will be able to leave this Secret Realm!" Qin Lin's aura calmed, his eyes filled with thick blood vessels, his gaze fixed on Luo Feng, showing a hint of madness. "Is that so? Take another one of my punches and let's see if you have the qualifications to say that!" Luo Feng sneered, not wasting any words. He pushed his Yuan Qi to its absolute limit, electric light flickering in his eyes as his right fist blasted out like a mountain. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK... His fist striking the air was as though it had hit crystal. Large cracks wildly surged towards Qin Lin. "How dare you underestimate me!" Qin Lin's face was twisted in ferocity. With a step forward, his clothes bulged, and he thrust out a ribbon-like white palm strike, charging towards Luo Feng. Amidst the thunderous noise, the entire corridor seemed to shake violently. The shattered Qi Force blew Qin Huan backward, causing him to crash heavily against the wall and spit out a mouthful of blood. Ignoring the pain in his body, Qin Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and squinted toward the fight. Luo Feng and Qin Lin both remained standing. Qin Lin swayed, suddenly bursting with bloodlight, and his whole body broke apart into pieces, scattering on the ground! Seeing this scene, Qin Huan's body shuddered, and he was so shocked that he spat out another mouthful of blood. Qin Lin was a peak cultivator of the Eighth Hell Realm. After swallowing the Black Blood Pill and stimulating his potential, his strength was enough to easily defeat Li Hanshan. Such formidable strength, yet he was killed by a single punch! Even seeing it with his own eyes, Qin Huan still found it hard to believe. He had not expected Luo Feng to be so powerful. Without sparing a glance at the corpse on the ground, Luo Feng walked over to Qin Huan and coldly asked, "I'll ask you one more time: what does the girl you injured look like, and which direction did she go?" Qin Huan's eyes widened as he looked at Luo Feng, hastily saying, "It's a girl with short blue hair; I remember her name seems to be Bing Ruolan, also a student of the Purple Sun School. She went that way. Qin Lin and I were chasing her." Qin Huan swiftly spilled everything he knew. Luo Feng's strength filled him with fear, a fear that originated deep in his soul, leaving him with no thoughts of resistance. Luo Feng stared into Qin Huan's eyes, and after confirming he wasn't lying, he nodded. Feeling his murderous intent, Qin Huan fell to his knees with a thud, crying aloud, "Luo Feng, I was blind and didn't recognize a great person! I made a mistake by trying to target you. I was wrong! My father is an elder of Ivy School. I have silver; I can give you as much as you want... Please don't kill me…" Luo Feng's gaze was icy as he uttered two words and swung his blade, striking down Qin Huan. "If anything happens to Ruolan, I will make every member of the Qin Family pay with their lives!" Luo Feng's face was terrifyingly grim, and he felt agitated, as if something roared in his heart, seeking release. He kicked Qin Huan's corpse away, feeling slightly relieved. After a deep breath, Luo Feng cast his gaze on the tunnel fork beside him. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel※fire.net There were three passages ahead. Qin Lin and Qin Huan had come chasing from the opposite direction, and he hadn't sensed Bing Ruolan's presence along his own path either. Thus, only one possibility remained. I hope I am not wrong. With a silent thought, Luo Feng, without bothering to pick up the storage rings from Qin Huan and Qin Lin on the ground, executed Teng Dragon's Step and dashed into the third passage. Teng Dragon's Step was pushed to the extreme, and Luo Feng moved with incredible speed. He appeared to have turned into a vague shadow, disappearing in the blink of an eye. His Soul Power was already spread out. Luo Feng carefully sensed any disturbances in the surrounding passages. Occasionally, a monkey-like Demon Beast would block his way, but it was instantly blasted apart by his fist, his speed not decreasing in the slightest. At this moment, Secret Realms, precious treasures, Yuan Stones—none of it mattered. Only one image remained in Luo Feng's mind! Ruolan, you must be safe! Luo Feng's face was ashen as he pushed his speed beyond its limits again and again. After half an hour, as Luo Feng was growing more anxious, his Soul Power finally caught a familiar aura four to five hundred meters to his left. Upon sensing Bing Ruolan's aura, Luo Feng's expression didn't relax at all; instead, it became even more grim. He sensed that Bing Ruolan was not alone. There were three other auras, and the four of them seemed to be engaged in combat. Four to five hundred meters to Luo Feng's front-left, a fierce battle was taking place. Three young Martial Artists were confronting a sword-wielding girl. The girl had short, pale blue hair, her forehead beaded with sweat, and a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. A clear palm print was visible on her left shoulder. She looked somewhat pale. It was Bing Ruolan. The three young Martial Artists leisurely surrounded her in a triangular formation. Their eyes glinted with malicious light, and they acted as though they had the situation completely under control. "I've given you the Yuan Stone! Don't go too far!" Bing Ruolan stood with her sword, coldly staring at the three before her. A youth dressed in blue eyed Bing Ruolan provocatively, licking his lips. He smiled, "I want the Yuan Stone, and I want you!" Bing Ruolan's heart palpitated slightly, yet her expression did not change. She stared at the three men and said, "Bullying me with your numbers, that's no skill. If you dare, face me one-on-one. If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me!" They are stronger due to their numbers. Among the three men, two are at the early stage of the Eighth Hell Realm and one is at the mid-stage. I'm also injured. If I fight them, it's a dead end. For now, the only option is to verbally stall them and look for a chance to escape. "Little beauty, it seems you don't know who this gentleman is. If you knew, I'm afraid you would be sobbing and begging for our mercy," one of the Swordsman youths said with a smile, pointing at the blue-clothed youth. Another Swordsman youth added, "This is Young Master Zhouyan. His elder brother is Zhou Jianyi, the eldest son of the Zhou Family in the Red Maple Lead. He is a Ninth Heavenly Court Realm expert and a disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion! If you please Young Master Zhouyan, you will have a bright future. Why hesitate?" Bing Ruolan snorted, "I am not interested." Zhouyan narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Ignorant girl! There is nothing I want that I can't have!" He gave a secret signal, and the other two Swordsman youths promptly launched their attacks at Bing Ruolan. "Star Sword Extreme!" Facing the combined attack of three Martial Artists whose skills were comparable to her own, Bing Ruolan pushed her Yuan Qi to the limit, unleashing continuous streams of starlight. The attacks of the three were incredibly fierce, shattering the streams of starlight one after another. Although Zhouyan was not as strong as his elder brother Zhou Jianyi, he was a Martial Artist at the mid-stage of the Eighth Hell Realm. Seizing a gap in Bing Ruolan's attack, he suddenly slammed his palm towards her. His Palm Gang collided with her sword, shattering the starlight Gang Qi. The impact aggravated Bing Ruolan's injuries. She spat out fresh blood and retreated several steps. "Little beauty, your Swordsmanship is not bad. It's a pity you're injured." Zhouyan laughed, gradually closing in and occasionally licking his lips. "Young Master Zhouyan, we'll keep watch for you here." The other two Swordsman youths retreated several steps, sly smiles on their faces. Bing Ruolan looked at the approaching Zhouyan, her pretty face as white as a sheet and completely bloodless. A resolute light flashed in her eyes. She abruptly placed her sword against her fair neck. Pressing down slightly, a thin line of blood appeared. "I, Bing Ruolan, would rather die than fall into the hands of a shameless cur like you!" Then, an image of a young man flashed through Bing Ruolan's mind. What a pity, we won't meet again. With a bitter smile on her lips, Bing Ruolan was about to commit suicide. Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed, shaking the entire passage violently.