Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 470 - 468: Cruel World

Shopkeeper Lan, standing behind Luo Feng, gasped in surprise at the sight of mountains formed from black light. He hadn’t expected their combined efforts to be this formidable, far surpassing a typical martial artist at the peak of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm.

Luo Feng’s gaze was sharp as he watched the roaring mountain range approach without taking a step back.

BUZZ!

The Rage Flame Knife shook slightly, and a vast shadow of the knife appeared behind him, spreading its ferocious momentum.

In an instant, Shopkeeper Lan, standing behind Luo Feng, felt the oppressive weight lift.

This is Grand Momentum!

Black Cloud and Heizhong, feeling the sharp aura sweeping towards them, were shocked. Despite their combined efforts, both of them felt a trace of fear toward Luo Feng. They’d never thought Grand Momentum was this powerful.

"Younger Brother, don’t hold back anymore!" Heizhong’s expression was grim as he looked at Luo Feng, a murderous glint in his eyes. Only now did he realize he had underestimated Luo Feng’s strength.

Black Cloud nodded. Luo Feng’s power terrified him; He has to be killed today, or he’ll become an endless scourge!

"Kill!"

Both roared simultaneously as their dark light flared violently. Layer upon layer of treacherous peaks, carrying an aura that suppressed everything, crashed toward Luo Feng.

Luo Feng stood his ground, a cold smile on his lips. He stepped forward, a whirlwind forming underfoot, and slashed out with the Rage Flame Knife.

"Grand Momentum as a Blade!"

BOOM!

The enormous blade light, like a thunderbolt, sundered the airflow and fiercely struck the black mountain phantoms.

BOOM...

The earth trembled. The blade light tore a huge gash in the mountain phantoms, nearly causing them to collapse.

PUFF!

Black Cloud and Heizhong paled, spitting out blood. Their eyes, fixed on Luo Feng, were filled with horror.

The Black Cloud Jue they cultivated was a Profound Level, Mid-Grade Horizontal Practice Martial Art renowned for its defensive power. Yet, even when they combined their strength, they were utterly outmatched.

"This kid is too strong! Younger Brother, let’s go!" Heizhong, terrified, shouted in a low voice. His figure blurred into an afterimage and shot into the distance.

Even using the Black Cloud Jue together, they couldn’t stop him. Staying any longer meant certain death.

"Trying to leave now? Too late. Skyfall Thunder!" Luo Feng’s face was expressionless. The Rage Flame Knife trembled as he casually slashed out.

SWISH!

The stunning blade light, like lightning, tore through the void, directly pursuing Heizhong.

Heizhong felt a chill run down his spine from the intense killing intent. Looking back, he saw the terrifying blade light chasing him, scaring him out of his wits.

"Black Cloud Jue, Iron Mountain Style!"

Overwhelmed with fear and anger, Heizhong roared, desperately channeling all his Yuan Qi to execute the Black Cloud Jue.

BUZZ!

The dark light condensed into a mountain-like phantom, enveloping him tightly. Just then, the blade light howled as it arrived.

SHKT!

A tearing sound echoed as the mountain-like phantom was sliced in half like tofu. Heizhong’s mouth fell open, trying to speak.

SQUELCH!

The blade light swept past. Heizhong’s head flew high, blood gushing out and dyeing a large patch of ground red.

"Big Brother!" Seeing Heizhong’s body, Black Cloud turned to watch Luo Feng steadily approach and screamed in terror, "Don’t kill me! I’ll give you all my wealth! Don’t kill me, please don’t kill me..."

As he spoke, Black Cloud swiped his storage ring. Piles of gold notes appeared before him, and Yuan Stones stacked up like a small hill.

"This is all yours, all of it! I beg you, spare my life! I..."

SQUELCH!

Before he could finish, a flash of blade light bisected him at the waist. Blood dyed the nearby gold notes red.

"From the moment you accepted this mission, your failure doomed you to die." Luo Feng’s expression was cold as he shook the blood from the Rage Flame Knife and sheathed it.

"They’re dead?"

Everything had happened in the blink of an eye. Shopkeeper Lan, jolted from his shock, stared at the bodies of Black Cloud and Heizhong on the ground, somewhat dumbfounded.

The Black Asura Wind pair, a notorious killer duo in the Jianghu, had slain countless experts. Yet today, they had died here.

Luo Feng nodded, gazing calmly at their bodies.

The Black Cloud Jue these two cultivated wasn’t weak; it had even managed to block his Grand Momentum just now. If this had been three days ago, killing them might have taken some effort. This gave him a clearer understanding of his current strength.

Walking to Black Cloud’s body, Luo Feng glanced at the wealth on the ground.

There were three boxes of Yuan Stones on the ground, roughly three thousand by his estimation, and over twenty thousand taels in gold notes.

These two were quite wealthy. Luo Feng gazed at the riches on the ground, a hint of delight in his eyes, and smiled faintly.

"Of course. The Black Bandit Wind duo roamed the Jianghu for over a decade, killing countless people. Their accumulated wealth must be astonishing," Shopkeeper Lan said with a smile as he walked over.

"What’s this?" Luo Feng’s eyes fell on a sandalwood box, which he picked up.

As soon as the box opened, a dazzling light poured out, and a unique fragrance immediately wafted to him.

Inside the sandalwood box lay a jade-green pill, crystal clear, its surface shimmering with an iridescent light.

"This must be the Yuanlin Pill Heizhong mentioned! It’s a top-grade Rank Four Spiritual Medicine that can refine a Martial Artist’s Yuan Qi. Luo Feng, this pill is perfect for you; it can speed up your cultivation," Shopkeeper Lan explained, his eyes brightening as he saw the pill. He looked up at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was also delighted. He was currently short on time, and this Yuanlin Pill could help accelerate his cultivation. It was truly a timely aid.

Xin Chong, you never would have imagined this Yuanlin Pill would end up in my hands, would you? A cold light flickered in Luo Feng’s eyes as he put the Yuanlin Pill away.

Shopkeeper Lan sensed the killing intent emanating from Luo Feng. His gaze swept over the corpses of Heizhong and Black Cloud, and he asked with a frown, "Luo Feng, what grudge do you have with this Xin Chong? He actually spent a fortune to hire the Black Asura Wind pair to assassinate you."

"I have no grudge against him. We only met once by chance," Luo Feng said, shaking his head. He then recounted what had happened with Xin Chong in the Red Chain Mountain Range.

"Just because he lost to you, he wants you dead!" Shopkeeper Lan exclaimed indignantly after hearing the whole story. He looked at Luo Feng and asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Killing intent filled Luo Feng’s eyes. He waved his hand, his gaze icy. "Since I didn’t die today, I will surely kill him one day."

Given Luo Feng’s temperament, he would have wanted to return to Qingfeng Town immediately to kill Xin Chong. However, more important matters were at hand. The Qingling Pill had to be delivered to Yang Dingtian as soon as possible. As for Xin Chong, there would be opportunities to deal with him later.

"Mm. Such vindictive people, who retaliate for the smallest slight, must not be spared! Otherwise, they will cause endless trouble," Shopkeeper Lan nodded, somewhat gratified by Luo Feng’s words.

The True Martial Continent was a brutal world. Those with weak personalities and indecisive natures could only be bullied and would never achieve anything. Only those who acted decisively could achieve supremacy.

"Let’s put this aside for now, Shopkeeper Lan. We should hurry on our way," Luo Feng said. He collected the valuables from the ground, then with a few waves of his palm, buried the corpses before speaking to Shopkeeper Lan.

"Alright." Shopkeeper Lan nodded. They set out immediately, using their Light Martial Arts to rush forward.

Although they had lost their horses, both were experts, so their speed wasn’t diminished in the slightest.

The rest of their journey was peaceful. Apart from occasional encounters with Demon Beasts, they weren’t attacked by bandits again.

Eight days later, they finally crossed the Blood Roar Wasteland and arrived at their destination: Dayang City.

Under the setting sun, the evening glow painted the majestic city walls of Dayang City a brilliant violet-gold against the dark red sky—a breathtakingly beautiful and grand spectacle.

"We’re finally here." Standing outside, Luo Feng looked up at the three large golden characters for "Dayang City" above the gate and exhaled.

Shopkeeper Lan, looking slightly fatigued, also sighed in relief and said gratefully to Luo Feng, "Luo Feng, we truly owe you for this journey."

Luo Feng waved his hand and smiled. "It was nothing. Let’s go in."

"Mm." Shopkeeper Lan nodded, and the two followed the stream of people toward the city gate.

Two rows of armored soldiers stood at the city gate, their powerful auras making them impossible to ignore. These soldiers were all Martial Artists at the Seventh Stage of the Essence Storage Realm or higher. The captain of the guards was even a Ninth Stage Heavenly Court Realm expert.

"Stop dawdling! Move it!" the guard captain barked, his eyes like a fierce tiger’s as he scanned everyone entering the city. When his gaze fell on Luo Feng, his haughty expression instantly vanished, replaced by a respectful one. He started to walk over.

Luo Feng shook his head slightly; he didn’t want to cause a commotion.

The guard captain understood and immediately stopped, respectfully watching Luo Feng depart.

A nearby guard, his eyes glinting with curiosity, wondered why the usually stern captain would show such an expression upon seeing a young man. He immediately asked, "Captain, who is that?"

The guard captain withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and said, "Weren’t you curious about who the Young Mistress’s fiancé is? That’s him."

"Ah! He’s Luo Feng, the top new talent from the Four Great Academies? I heard that at the Young Mistress’s celebration banquet, he challenged young elites from all factions and achieved an undefeated streak of nine victories! I didn’t expect him to be so young!" The young guard exclaimed in astonishment.

He hadn’t been a guard for long and wasn’t fully aware of what had happened at the City Lord Mansion that day.

The guard captain sighed. "Such geniuses are beyond our comprehension."

"True enough." The young guard nodded, his eyes filled with admiration.

Luo Feng and Shopkeeper Lan entered the city without incident. When they reached an intersection, Shopkeeper Lan suddenly stopped.

"Luo Feng, I have some other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave here."

Luo Feng nodded. "Alright."

Shopkeeper Lan turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Luo Feng watched Shopkeeper Lan leave, then found the direction of the City Lord Mansion and headed toward it. This wasn’t his first time in Dayang City, so he knew his way around and quickly arrived before the City Lord Mansion.

Strangely, while other streets bustled with people, the street in front of the City Lord Mansion was quite empty, with only a single carriage parked there. More than a dozen guards stood around the carriage. They were all powerfully built and vigilant, their fierce eyes scanning passersby, their intimidating demeanor keeping people at bay.

Luo Feng’s gaze fell on these guards, and his eyes flickered slightly. These people... they’re from Flame Sand City...