Bing Ruolan resolved to take her own life if Zhouyan moved a step closer, determined not to let him lay a single finger on her. Just as the situation reached a critical point, the entire passageway began to tremble violently, as if a massive earthquake had suddenly struck, shaking the entire world. Zhouyan and his two companions turned pale with fright, looking around nervously. A deafening crash followed as the passageway wall beside them exploded. A figure shot out from within. The flying debris instantly struck a young swordsman who couldn't react in time, causing him to vomit blood and die on the spot. The figure burst through the wall and landed beside Bing Ruolan. It was Luo Feng. He sensed Bing Ruolan was being besieged and, fearing something might happen to her, he hadn't taken a detour. Instead, he had blasted through every wall in his path, forging a straight line to her. Seeing a figure suddenly approach, Bing Ruolan was startled. But when she recognized who it was, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she stammered, "Luo Feng." Luo Feng nodded. His face turned ashen as he took the sword from Bing Ruolan's hand. Seeing her pale complexion, his gaze darkened. "Ruolan, you're injured." "I... I thought I would never see you again..." Hearing Luo Feng's voice, Bing Ruolan finally knew this was not a dream. She could no longer suppress her emotions and threw herself into Luo Feng's arms, hugging him tightly. Her voice choked with sobs, tears streamed down her delicate cheeks like pearls from a broken string. She was crying tears of joy. Luo Feng gently patted her trembling shoulder. When he saw the distinct bloody line on her fair neck, his face turned even more ashen. "Ruolan, it's alright now. Wait for me here for a moment." Luo Feng turned, his gaze falling on the two men standing dumbstruck nearby. A chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes as he said in a deep voice, "How do you wish to die?" The two shuddered involuntarily as Luo Feng's gaze swept over them. The older young swordsman looked at Zhouyan and asked, "Young Master Zhouyan, what should we do?" Zhouyan glanced at the shattered wall of the passageway beside them and swallowed hard. He forced a smile at Luo Feng. "My friend, this is all just a misunderstanding. You see, you haven't suffered any loss, while we've lost one of our own. Let's call it even, how about it?" The opponent was a peak Hell Realm Martial Artist; a direct confrontation would be foolish. Zhouyan decided to swallow his pride for now and wait until he found his elder brother, Zhou Jianyi, to seek revenge. Luo Feng sneered, advancing step by step. "The lives of the three of you combined aren't worth a single one of her fingers!" If he had arrived a moment later, it would have become a regret he'd carry for a lifetime. Right now, Luo Feng felt a fire raging in his chest, a fire that only the blood of these three could extinguish. Zhouyan sensed the escalating killing intent from Luo Feng, and his expression changed slightly. He suddenly stopped and said with a savage grin, "You dare touch me? My elder brother is Zhou Jianyi, a disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion! He's a Ninth Stage Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artist! If you harm a single hair on my head, my brother will wipe out your entire family!" Follow current novᴇls on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "That's right! Once, a peak Hell Realm Martial Artist spoke rudely to Young Master Zhouyan, and his elder brother hunted him for three thousand miles before dismembering him! Don't bring disaster upon yourself!" the other young swordsman chimed in, his voice stern but his expression betraying his feigned confidence. "A disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion?" Hearing this, Luo Feng roared with laughter. "Even if your brother were the Hall Master of the Sky Sword Pavilion, you still wouldn't escape death today!" Bing Ruolan stood behind Luo Feng. Hearing his words, her eyes lit up faintly. "This guy's a lunatic! Young Master Zhouyan, quickly, let's go!" "Go! We need to find my elder brother!" Zhouyan and the other man realized Luo Feng wasn't joking. Their faces turned deathly pale. They each unleashed a blast of Sword Qi at Luo Feng, then pushed their Light Martial Arts to the limit and turned to flee. Luo Feng sneered. With a mere wave of his hand, the Sword Qi they had unleashed exploded. His left foot stepping forward, Luo Feng slashed out with his blade. The pitch-black blade gleam swept across their lower bodies, carving a gash dozens of meters long into the passageway floor. The next moment, Zhouyan and the other man screamed. Their legs had been severed from their bodies. They collapsed, writhing on the ground in agony. "You dare to harm me? My elder brother won't let you off! I'll see your entire family wiped out!" Zhouyan, now legless, ground his teeth in agony. He turned to glare venomously at Luo Feng, his face contorted with fury. Luo Feng approached step by step, his expression impassive. He looked at the two men and chuckled coldly, "Don't worry, I won't kill you." Huh? Hearing this, a flicker of joy lit up in the two men's eyes. Though their legs were gone, it was better than losing their lives. Zhouyan had heard from Zhou Jianyi that some Spiritual Medicines could even regenerate severed limbs, so there was still hope for recovery. Just as the two believed they had escaped death, Luo Feng's next words plunged them into an icy despair, as if they'd fallen into a frozen cavern. "You seem quite pleased. Have you forgotten where you are? With such a strong scent of blood, I'm sure the monsters in these stone walls will be delighted." As if in response to Luo Feng's words, the nearby wall suddenly emitted crisp cracking sounds and began to split apart. Seeing the cracks spreading across the wall, Zhouyan, who had just felt a sliver of hope, saw his expression change drastically. He had just killed numerous ape-like monsters and had personally witnessed the gruesome fate of those killed by them. The memory of that bloody, horrifying scene still made his scalp tingle. "You demon! Just kill me!" Seeing the cracks in the wall widening, Zhouyan's expression contorted completely. Terror drove him to hysteria. Luo Feng removed the Yuan Stones and storage rings from the three of them, then glanced coldly at the two on the ground. "I keep my word. You two can stay here and enjoy yourselves." Luo Feng walked to Bing Ruolan's side. "Ruolan, let's leave this place." Bing Ruolan nodded. She glanced at the screaming, terrified Zhouyan and his companion, then quickly left with Luo Feng. The moment their figures vanished, the walls on both sides of the passageway cracked open. One after another, bloodthirsty, ape-like monsters burst out, emitting sharp, ear-piercing shrieks as they pounced on Zhouyan and the other man. On their way, Bing Ruolan asked, "Luo Feng, how did you know I was here?" "I ran into Qin Huan. He told me," Luo Feng replied. Hearing this, Bing Ruolan looked slightly surprised. "Then, you killed them?" Bing Ruolan paused. She had fought Qin Huan and Qin Lin before and knew their strength. Qin Huan was an expert at the quasi-Young Master level. And that small-eyed youth, Qin Lin, possessed incredible strength, even greater than Young Master Hanshan, Li Hanshan! She couldn't even withstand a single blow from Qin Lin. She never expected Luo Feng to have killed them. "But now that you've killed Zhou Jianyi's younger brother, Zhouyan, things will likely get complicated. Zi Yuan once said that Zhou Jianyi is extremely protective of his own and is also a murderous fiend." After a moment of shock, Bing Ruolan began to worry. Zhou Jianyi was not only a disciple of the Twelve Golden Palaces but also a Ninth Stage Heavenly Court Realm master. His strength was far beyond Qin Lin's. If he discovered that Luo Feng had killed Zhouyan, he would undoubtedly hunt them down relentlessly, no matter where they fled. Although Luo Feng had comprehended the Grand Momentum and could instantly kill any Martial Artist of the same cultivation level, his strength was formidable, but he was likely no match for Zhou Jianyi. Luo Feng snorted. "Killed him, so what! He dared to make a move on you; dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough! So what if he's a Ninth Stage Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artist? If he dares to come, I don't mind sending him to reunite with his brother!" Hearing this, Bing Ruolan stopped walking. Her beautiful eyes met Luo Feng's. Memories of everything she had experienced with him over the past six months flooded her mind. Her eyes filled with joy, but even more so with deep emotion and certainty. Luo Feng would face a Ninth Stage Heavenly Court Realm master without fear for her sake. Similarly, she was willing to draw her sword and end her own life for him. "Luo Feng, thank you," Bing Ruolan said softly after a moment. Luo Feng shook his head. His gaze fell on the sword mark on Bing Ruolan's snow-white neck, and he frowned. "Ruolan, don't do anything foolish like that again. No matter where you are or what danger you face, I will come to save you." Hearing these deeply meaningful words, a shy smile touched Bing Ruolan's lips. However, seeing Luo Feng's solemn expression, she couldn't help but pout her red lips. What a blockhead! she thought. Luo Feng said, "Let's find a safe place. You should recover from your injuries first, then we can continue." Bing Ruolan was still concerned about matters within the Secret Realm. She frowned. "If we do that, won't we fall behind the others?" Luo Feng shook his head. "These passageways are like a labyrinth. The others probably won't get through them so quickly either." "Alright then. My injury isn't too severe; it shouldn't take much time," Bing Ruolan nodded. Thanks to Luo Feng's powerful Soul Power, the two quickly found a secure location. After Bing Ruolan consumed an elixir and closed her eyes to meditate and recuperate, Luo Feng stood guard, observing their surroundings. He then took out the Yuan Stones and storage rings he had just obtained. Among the three young Martial Artists, only Zhouyan possessed a storage ring. It contained mostly miscellaneous items. The only thing that caught Luo Feng's interest was a pile of Yuan Stones—a total of forty-three. Adding the Yuan Stones from the other two young Martial Artists, he now had sixty-two in total! With these, Luo Feng now had over two hundred Yuan Stones on him! At a consumption rate of one Yuan Stone every three days, two hundred Yuan Stones would last him for a year of cultivation. This was an absolute fortune! It's a pity Qin Huan and Qin Lin's storage rings are still back where I left them, Luo Feng mused. There should be a good number of Yuan Stones in them. Luo Feng considered it for a moment, then immediately shook his head. No amount of Yuan Stones is more important than Bing Ruolan's life. After two hours, Bing Ruolan recovered from her meditative state. "Are you feeling better?" Luo Feng asked. Bing Ruolan smiled. "I've mostly recovered. Let's keep moving forward. The ape-like fiends in these passageways have Yuan Stones inside them. There must be other treasures deeper in." Luo Feng nodded. He, too, was curious to see what lay hidden in the depths of this Secret Realm. The two set off immediately. Before long, the environment of the passageway changed. Numerous sculptures, large and small, appeared on the walls. These included humanoid figures and various unnamable beasts, all rendered with lifelike detail. "These sculptures... they seem alive!" As they passed a wolf-like sculpture, Bing Ruolan reached out to touch it. Feeling a warmth from its surface, she exclaimed in astonishment. Luo Feng suddenly stopped, pulling Bing Ruolan behind him as he slashed out with his blade. An eerie, pitch-black blade gleam struck the stone sculpture fiercely. The stone sculpture shattered, and a wolf-like monster leaped out. There was a deep gash on the left side of its head.